Traveling for two hours, Davis finally crossed a river of fire.
He did so without hesitation.
The molten current boiled and roared, its soaring heat capable of melting most materials, but it parted beneath his steps as though intimidated by his mere presence. Each ripple of flame left behind a sizzling trail of steam, a distorted mirage in the already sweltering air.
The island ahead reeked of a plethora of energies.
The moment he set foot on the cracked surface, the aftermath of destruction unveiled itself in full. Massive craters carved deep into the bedrock, entire swathes of land shattered into fragments, and faint traces of remnant energy still clashed in the air, unstable and refusing to dissipate.
Some scars bore the sharpness of spatial blades, while others radiated the sheer might of different kinds of primary elements, their combined resonance making the ground tremble faintly as though recalling the fight.
