After leaving Velmora, the group traveled for several days across rocky valleys and open plains.
Finally, they reached the base of a massive volcanic mountain.
Smoke rose slowly from its peak.
"This must be Mount Draknor," Arian said.
Lyra looked up at the towering mountain.
"According to the map, the next piece is somewhere near the summit."
Draven crossed his arms.
"That's not the problem."
"The problem is what lives there."
Arian looked confused.
"Dragons?"
Arkon nodded.
"Ancient fire dragons once ruled this mountain."
"They are rare now, but some may still sleep inside the caves."
Arian swallowed nervously.
"So we just climb up and hope they stay asleep?"
Draven gave a small smile.
"Exactly."
The group began climbing the steep rocky path.
The air grew hotter as they moved higher.
Small rivers of lava flowed down the mountain.
After hours of climbing, they reached a large cave entrance near the summit.
Lyra checked the map again.
"The next map piece is inside this cave."
Arian took a deep breath.
"Let's go."
Inside the cave, the air was filled with heat and glowing red light.
The walls were covered with ancient carvings.
Images of dragons, warriors, and powerful magic.
Arkon examined the carvings carefully.
"These drawings are thousands of years old."
Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly.
Arian looked around nervously.
"Did anyone else feel that?"
Draven whispered quietly.
"Yes."
"And I don't think we're alone."