Stepping through the green door, the Septets emerged into a new stretch of the desolate wasteland. The air was hotter here, thick with the stench of brimstone. Before them, the black desert sand stretched endlessly — but it was no longer barren.
Fiery trails of lava cut through the ground like the winding paths of serpents, glowing veins slithering across the dunes. The molten rivers hissed and bubbled, their heat warping the air and casting eerie reflections across the sand. Each step closer to the looming mountain in the distance felt heavier, the landscape itself warning them away.
David frowned, sparks twitching nervously along his arms. “Great… a desert that wants to cook us alive.”
Mildred’s cold breath misted against the heat, her eyes narrowing at the glowing trails. “No… this i
