The volcanic mountain range stretched across the horizon, a colossal display of raw, untamed power rising from the continent's crust. As far as the eye could see, jagged peaks pierced the sky, their slopes adorned with layers of ancient lava flows, ash, and scoria.
The air around was quite prickly, and the heaven and earth energy was chaotic. Wisps of steam and sulfuric scent occasionally rose from hidden vents, adding a pungent scent to the atmosphere.
The burning mountains themselves were a blend of dark, scorching rocks and ores and patches of vibrant red and orange hues from various kinds of volcanic minerals. Some peaks were perfectly conical, standing proudly like guardians of the land, while others had rugged and asymmetrical profiles, a testament to the relentless forces of the minor realm's moving crust that had shaped them over millennia.
It was night already.
