Ordinary mortals couldn't survive on this plane at all; even Allen felt a bit unwell.
Stepping off the Teleportation Platform, the ground didn't feel like soil.
Allen looked down. His boots were treading on some kind of dark red granular substance, making a "CRUNCH" that set his teeth on edge.
It was a mixture of cooled lava slag and metal scraps, covering the entire landscape.
Looking down a path ahead, he saw a massive complex of buildings, like a great beast crouching at the foot of a rolling range of volcanoes.
It wasn't a castle or fortress in the traditional sense. It was more like a wild, sprawling, three-dimensional factory, with countless thick pipes clinging to the volcano's surface like blood vessels.
Giant gears turned slowly with a thunderous roar, and each engagement seemed to make the very ground tremble.
Hundreds of towering smokestacks pierced the clouds, staining a patch of the sky a scorched black.
