"What is it you intend to do here." The voice came from what seemed to be the fire and earth itself. Two voices having the same question while clashing in balance.
The earth mana and the fire mana were colliding constantly creating a border o f intense heat and melting metals,.,. The magma created was splashing like waves. Only the powerful enough beings could walk or swim here. Yet there was one that bathed in it taking both of these pure manas in to their body as if it was nourishment.
"I felt it. A way to venture from here. I won't remain where I can not be." The growling voice was not one that seemed to be full of hatred. Instead, it seemed to be one that found the reality of where it had been was sadder. Was disappointing.
"You understand the flow of earth. It remains still and will not bend to another's will."
"Flames must spread. They must express their will on all that is around them."
