After another day of traveling, Kye and Rae finally arrived at their destination. It was a giant volcano, stretching for kilometers and kilometers. However, instead of being a black mountain, it was fiery red as if the ground was made of flames. The volcano's peak, shrouded in a perpetual cloud of smoke and ash, reached up toward the sky like an enormous, smoldering tower.
"Welcome to our sanctuary," Rae said, her voice tinged with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. "This is where my kin have lived for generations, hidden away from the prying eyes of the outside world."
Kye was awestruck by the sight before him. The volcanic landscape was both beautiful and terrifying. Lava flowed in molten rivers down the slopes, casting an eerie, red glow across the surroundings. The ground beneath their feet felt warm to the touch, and the air was thick with the scent of sulfur. Yet everything was still too pretty for Kye to be scared.
