Heavy breathing punctuated by the sound of running echoed in the desolate land filled with molten earth and rife with the smell of brimstone.
Victoria, the source of these sounds, ran like her life depended on it while holding onto an egg shaped rock with golden yellow lines that burned her with a vengeance.
Behind her heavy footsteps could be heard, eliciting tremors that shook the land to its core.
Sensing an attack, Victoria swiftly dropped to the ground, just in time as well as a stream of molten lava went past where her head once was, destroying a few rock formations ahead.
Victoria glanced back to find a ridiculously large creature that resembled a lizard with red scales and fan shaped appendage about its neck.
It was a Crimson Salamander, A Higher Spirit that bathed in magma and thrived within abnormally high heat.
