Razeen's eyes widened as he took in his new surroundings. The white that had been cast before his eyes before was replaced with a murky atmosphere laced with red. The terrain was rocky and covered in magma, save the circular stone that the future chief stood on at the centre of the fiery expanse. The red sky overhead started to rumble as the underfoot and a figure emerged from the molten rock and magma.
"Razeen, I have waited forever to finally meet you, my boy," the molten figure said in a voice that sounded fitting to a being made from the Earth's core.
