He had brought no weapon with him, yet he felt no need for one. The absence of danger was strange but oddly reassuring.
The air was crisp, free of the toxic haze that had choked the region before. It carried a faint warmth, a reminder of the heat that still lingered beneath the surface, but for now, the volcano was extinct, subdued.
Arthur's eyes scanned the terrain, the scarred rocks and scorched earth were a reminder of the battle that had taken place here.
His footsteps slowed as he came across the first dead magma bear. Its massive form was partially collapsed into the ashen ground, its obsidian-like hide fractured and dull. He crouched beside it, the creature's sheer size striking even in death.
