The stormy and calm mix of everything proved to be too uncomfortable for the knightly duo.
"It's too cold and too hot. I'll never get used to this." Yaromech sneezed, his snot hanging down before disintegrating due to the intense atmosphere.
A mountainous hollow space of stone architecture, the large gateways and sheer size made the two look like mere sand amongst a grand desert.
The dragon's lair was truly a torrential place, and not a lot of things could exist inside it.
The sheer essence pressure was so dense that it began clumping together, forming pockets of high-essence areas, but that also meant it formed negative-essence areas—places with near-zero essence.
It was like walking, but instead of a stable atmosphere, it would be like walking on the crushing depths of the ocean floor, then suddenly being transported into space with no protection.
To circumvent this, Felix and his long-term friend and teacher Yaromech formed a small bubble around them using their essence.
