Geysers of magma were gushing from the ground, thick clouds of toxic acidic clouds and smoke drifting through the sheer and spacious valley.
Vesuvius was lying amidst all of the magma. His scaly eyelids closed as he kept reading through the options before him over and over.
'The second option fits, and at the same time, it doesn't fit.' He wanted to protect his territory, but he still felt like he should prioritize his own personal strength
'It is powerful, but in the matter of personal strength, they are better options. I already am investing in my army to protect my territory from small fries, and for the big fries, I would have to attack personally anyway.'
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that it wasn't a good choice.
'As for the teleportation power, I should be able to replicate it with space magic, so I can cross this one out.'
