“Congratulations! You have passed the first floor of Ionos Stronghold! You received Symbol of Igneus Mons. You also receive a catastrophic amount of experience points! You have reached level forty-five,” messages popped up above my head. “What does this thing do?” I held the medallion above my face. “Symbol of Igneus Mons, it is a relic bestowed upon by Lord Aedonis to those who are capable. It may lead him to the player for a brief moment. It is composed of the deepest volcanic materials closest to the core of Igneus Mons.” “Hmm... okay...” The glass windows only allowed yellow light to pass through. A whorl of small white flowers sitting atop the slender stalks filled the area. A mix of honey and cinnamon occupied the atmosphere. Is this how the inside of heaven smells like? Soon,

