Ahead lay a dark, towering rock formation, twisted and jagged. At the center of this grim shrine was a statue of Volcranax, carved from molten rock and obsidian, its eyes carved into gaping pits that seemed to glare down upon him with indomitable rage. Etched along the base of the statue were intricate murals, their depictions crude yet powerful: Volcranax and his children, each of them reigning over the Scorching Badlands with fiery, relentless might.