Lucy ventured deeper into the heart of the Death Volcano, the oppressive heat licking at her skin, the rivers of molten lava flowing like veins in the earth. It was as if the volcano itself welcomed her, its searing heat an old friend rather than a threat.
But as she continued her path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere made her slow her steps. The air grew heavier, denser, and the ground trembled faintly beneath her feet.
She narrowed her eyes, scanning the fiery caverns ahead. Then, from the shadows, hulking figures emerged, their massive forms illuminated by the glow of lava dripping from their bodies. Their eyes burned with a malevolent, orange light, locked onto her with a singular focus.
"Lava Golems..." Lucy muttered under her breath, her voice calm but sharp with focus. Her expression was unreadable, though her posture remained relaxed, almost as if she welcomed the challenge.
