Time passed silently within the Intermediate Area of the Great Volcano.
Without Kyrian having any notion of how many hours or days had passed. His consciousness had plunged into a dark and endless abyss, where there were no thoughts, no dreams, and not even awareness of himself.
Only darkness.
His body remained motionless upon the frozen ground, partially covered by volcanic ash that slowly fell from the sky like dark snow. The fine particles accumulated in his hair, on his torn clothes, and on the exposed skin of his arms. White vapor still rose from his body in small scattered currents, mixing with the suffocating heat of the environment.
The region around him looked like the aftermath of a natural catastrophe.
The ground was destroyed.
