THUD!
Asher landed heavily on the cracked ground. Immediately, a wave of heat hit him—unbearable and all-consuming, even for those with the strongest of bodies.
If not for the protective barrier encasing him and the artifacts from Index, he would've been reduced to ash in an instant.
Even now, the heat clawed at the edges of his protections, waiting to consume him entirely. He squinted forward, his gaze landing onto the landscape before him.
A sea of molten lava stretched endlessly, its surface churning and bubbling like a living organism. The hot orange glow illuminated the area, as if the world itself was ablaze.
Why was he here?
The answer was pretty complicated. It was layered with failure and frustration, all stemming from a single, unavoidable truth: he failed to escape this world. Just as the green dragon, Pantheon, had predicted.
