"Good," Chief Igris said with a firm nod, his deep voice rumbling like rolling stone. He cast a sharp glance at Max before turning and striding away, his heavy steps shaking the ground. "Now follow me."
Max fell in line behind him without hesitation, his curiosity piqued.
The two of them moved across the wasteland, the terrain gradually shifting as they neared a looming volcano in the distance. The violet ground gave way to hues of red and black, scorched earth carrying the scent of sulfur and ash.
Rivers of faint lava could be seen trickling down the volcano's slopes, their light reflecting off jagged stone like veins of molten fire. The air itself seemed to grow hotter with every step.
Finally, they reached a clearing where several giant dwarves were stationed, their massive figures looming like sentinels. Max's eyes, however, were immediately drawn to the strange objects scattered across the area.
