The east side of the map was basically "hell with a glow-up." The ground sizzled, the air shimmered, and every few meters the terrain looked like it was on fire just for fun. The volcano loomed ahead like it was flexing on me, massive, molten, and radiating death.
But hey, at least the loot was worth it.
Chunks of glowing ore poked out from cracked black stone, practically screaming pick me! I sighed, wiped the sweat from Leonhart's absurdly perfect forehead, and started hauling again.
"You'd think this body came with free stamina, but nope," I muttered, shoving another glowing rock into my bag. "Apparently, good looks don't mine ores for you."
Every few steps, the heat cranked up another level. My armor shimmered faintly with protective enchantments, but even so, I felt like a roasted marshmallow.
Then...there it was.
A single flower, somehow growing out of the scorched ground. Its petals flickered like flame, veins glowing gold. The air around it hummed with power.
