CRACK... SCREEECH!
The colossal obsidian double doors, towering fifteen meters high, slid open. The deafening screech of volcanic stone friction echoed loudly along the corridor.
The next second, dry, intense heat laced with the thick stench of sulfur violently ambushed their lungs.
Rianor Sudrath stepped inside first.
His dark gray travel cloak billowed heavily, sweeping the floor. His left arm was encased in the Arcanotech Bracer—a sturdy fusion of Adamantite and conductive silver.
The micro-circuits running along the metal plating emitted a dim blue glow. Whirrr... A constant mechanical pulse defied the suffocating heat of the volcanic crater.
Right behind him, Roland strode with a rigid, upright posture. His dark blue diplomatic coat, featuring the silver Wolf emblem on the collar, looked noticeably wrinkled. The dark circles under his eyes were pitch-black from severe sleep deprivation. Yet, his sharp gray eyes were as lethal as a blade.
