Entering the rift, Aqua slipped through to the other side, only to be met by a completely different world.
It was a realm forged entirely from flames.
Structures rose like living infernos, their forms flickering and reshaping with every passing second.
Rivers did not flow with water, but with molten, blazing essence.
Even the air itself shimmered with heat, thick with volatile gases like sulfur that burned the lungs with every breath.
Aqua materialized within this fiery domain, and immediately, the world reacted.
It rejected him.
As one who carried an origin bloodline tied to water, this place stood in direct opposition to his very existence.
The flames around him wavered unnaturally, as though resisting his presence, as if the world itself sought to push him out.
"Another intruder has passed through the gate!" a sharp voice rang out.
From below, Aqua spotted them, small figures moving with urgency.
