The king stood up from the lava naked, and as if on cue, a few beautiful dark elf servants came to help him dress-up.
Just like the king, all the elf women were half naked with just a very thin fabric covering their private parts. Each brought some soft fabrics, comfortable balms, and a bucket to help massage the king's athletic muscles.
As the king was currently occupied, Tristan walked towards one of the lava pools and put his hand into one of them.
Within a few seconds, the sound of sizzling along with the smell of burned meat could be heart. Tristan lifted his hand up, finding that his skin had melted into a puddle of sticky goo and his flesh beneath blackened. He can feel the flame into his bones.
He kept watching as the sizzling stopped, and his flesh and skin knitted itself up until it were intact again.
Seeing such a phenomenon, the king raised his eyebrows and asked. "Is that one of the blood elf's ability?"
