It wasn't long before he arrived at the volcano site.
It resembled more of a pointy crater, with a circular hole at its peak. Instead of churning out red-hot magma, it spewed out thick filth…which just so happened to be hotter than lava.
It wildly spewed out its dirty magma in intervals, like a throbbing wound which no one bothered to clean. Its peak was awash with the dirty substance, with channels and rivers leading down its surface.
This place was also a magical habitat, despite the natural ugliness one saw wherever one looked.
It wasn't small at all…nearly the size of Ucladd, Liam's birth place.
Even from roughly 500 meters away, tiny sparks sprayed his way. A bit fell on his skin, sizzling for a second before puffing out without so much as a trace.
