Ronan stood on the solidified rock block, the talent brought by the Phoenix Bloodline allowing him to manipulate the sticky, blood-like lava beneath him to a certain extent.
A floating island rock infused with the power of Ice Frost drifted past, leaving a trail of cracked, cooled crust on the surface of the rushing magma river, which was then torn apart by the newly surging golden-red fire flow, splattering sparks like rain.
The surrounding air trembled with heat distortion, making everything appear as if through a shattered lens, with distant rock walls blurring into quivering black shadows.
Ronan slowly approached a rock wall, reaching out to scoop out a large chunk of scalding Black Stone, which quickly crumbled into crimson quicksand between his fingers.
He looked down, seeing golden streams flowing through the magma near the rock wall, resembling serpentine amber.
That's the Magic Magnetic Gold dissolved in the magma, abundant in quantity.
