Damon didn't get a real look at the place while the six-headed snake was shredding the cliff. Now that the fight was over and the dust had settled, he could finally take it in.
They hadn't been standing on a cliff at all. The ground under Damon's boots was cracked. Rivers of orange lava flowed below, spitting steam and ash. Flame licked at the edges of the plateau.
Broken, charred bones and scorched rocks lay everywhere. The serpent's beams had burned deep grooves into the stone.
And behind where the serpent had stood, there was now a glowing chest visible. A golden color treasure chest. Damon's heart raced. Golden color treasure chests had a high chance of containing something precious.
He immediately tried to run towards it, only to realize he couldn't move from the spot. "Motherfucker!" He cursed under his breath. The chest was right in front of him, and yet he couldn't reach it.
