On the same night when the moon in its perfect shape adorned the night sky. In one area that is across the sea north of Artapurana.
Pramudya Antaguna is in a giant cave, he stands on a cliff that juts into the middle. Below the cliff, and is filled with bubbling magma, like a small lake.
The large bubbles on the surface of the shattered magma send flames and thin smoke into the air.
The entire surface of the cave wall—except for the part connected to the sharp cliff and the entrance to the cave itself—looks red like burning charcoal. Sometimes it seemed to throb as if the walls were the belly of one enormous creature.
There was no one else there to accompany Pramudya, he was alone, standing at the far end of the sharp cliff. There was no fear at all on his face towards the magma pool below him.
