The sulfuric smell which began invading their senses well before they arrived now hung with heavy saturation at the mouth of the canyon. The heated suffocation of the odorous brimstone was nearly unbearable, though expected, seeing the source of the pungent smell loomed in three directions. The jagged distorted silhouettes of volcanoes towered in the distance, pinned in a storm of black smoky billows and pulsing crimson lava that bubbled and burst outward from their broken crowns.
The lava that flowed from the triad of craggy, angry titans pooled at their bases, pulsing in heated reservoirs and riving through wide fissures along the valley floor. This lava throbbed with an angry heartbeat and flowed on either side of the lava rock road upon which Tate and the others tread.
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