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The Field of Fire was a complete contrast to the icy walls of the canyon. Ross stared out across the scorched ground. Pools of lava bubbled and glowed while plumes of smoke filled the air with the distinct odor of sulfur. Through the bubbling pools of molten rock, he could see a narrow path that weaved its way through the field. In the distance, he thought he could see the shimmering ripples of water – the Great Lake – or a mirage. Whatever the case, their objective was clear – get across the field without getting toasted.
“I think this is the first time in my existence that I almost wish I was a dragon,” Ashure murmured with a hint of disdain in his voice.
Drago chuckled. “You would make a lousy dragon, Ashure. I’ve been on the receiving end of your negotiations,” he replied.
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