Five days passed quickly since Kyrian had fallen asleep inside the small hidden cave in the intermediate area of the Great Volcano.
Outside, the world continued exactly as always. Violent. Hot. Hostile.
The distant sound of lava flowing through the volcanic mountains constantly echoed throughout the region like the breathing of a sleeping giant, mixing with the occasional roars of fire beasts hunting one another across the volcano's black slopes.
Sporadic tremors shook the ground, constant reminders that the mountain was alive, pulsing with power.
Ash continued to fall slowly from the reddish sky, accumulating in thin layers over every exposed surface. The air remained heavy and suffocating.
Inside the cave, however, there was only silence.
Kyrian had not moved during all that time.
