Outside the crater caused by the hell gate's collapse, the adventurers' party was yet to arrive. In fact, it was just a few seconds after the collapse.
The debris still rolled down the hole, the trees were groaning, and the flames left by the blast still burned faintly at the bottom, illuminating what would've looked like a black abyss.
Ignis was left outside, and she looked down at the crumbling hole, her eyes opening wide. Obelisk, Agnar, and Yuwaku had disappeared there. She was left out; she couldn't help or follow them because she was still a weak wyrmling.
She growled, feeling a dull pain slowly reaching up her head, and the burning flame in her chest started to grow hotter.
Her flames weren't hot enough, they weren't big enough, they lacked the power and will of dragons, the indomitable arrogance and reckless fury.
