Cain continued marching forward, pushing his mind and focus to the limit to avoid the destruction around him. The Molten Crucible was relentless; the further he advanced, the more chaotic the environment became. Molten rocks cascaded from the ceiling like meteor showers, and pillars of lava erupted unpredictably from the fractured ground.
With each step, Cain had to anticipate the land's violent reactions. At one moment, he soared above a chasm that suddenly opened beneath him, molten magma bubbling at its depths. In the next, he twisted his massive body mid-air to dodge a jet of superheated gas that burst from a fissure, its scorching heat palpable even to his resilient scales.
