Diablo Resmira changed the location from the hard ground to the Magma of Nifelheim.
Everyone was on the top of the volcano. It was some kind of lava land. Red flames, magma, unbearable heat spewing out from the ground.
'Nifelheim? It was in Norse mythology. And it's supposed to be a cold place. Not this fucking inferno.' Even Pablo was struggling.
'I never danced in my life.' Pablo hopped continuously on different legs. He wasn't immune to heat after all.
But more than Pablo, someone else was fighting for his life.
"Boss, this is bad. I will die. I can't stand this heat. It's worse than the slums. I will die. I will die." It was Flashy. He was constantly jumping in the air.
He was jumping very high. His feet were only touching the hot ground for a second but he was still screaming like a bitch. He couldn't stand the hot ground even for a second.
