Lein slowly opened his eyes, squinting as he tried to adjust to the searing heat. The air around him felt heavy and suffocating, with the pungent smell of sulfur filling every breath, causing him to grimace slightly.
"What a strange smell," Lein muttered, fanning his nose as if to drive the scent away.
He stood at the edge of a steep mountain, the ground beneath his feet glowing bright red, radiating extreme heat. Cracks along the surface emitted a yellowish-orange glow, shimmering as though alive. Below him, a stream of lava flowed sluggishly, sending up waves of heat that spiraled into the air like thin wisps of dancing smoke.
[You have successfully entered the Soul Gate.]
