The scorching winds of the primeval volcanic plains howled with the deafening shrieks of dying warriors and the violent crackle of boiling earth.
Thick plumes of sulfurous, black smoke rose into the copper-tinted sky, blotting out the harsh sun that hung over the wild subcontinent.
Below the scorched cliffs, rivers of molten stone poured relentlessly into the shattered valleys, hissing as they met the fleeing remnants of an ancient, primordial clan whose bodies were forged of living, shifting currents.
Huo Yue stood there, her crimson dress fluttered wildly against the blistering updrafts, the embroidery tracing the contours of her proud, voluptuous silhouette.
Beneath her boots, there stood a massive titan made out rocks and magma, its basalt joints grinding together with the force of an earthquake as rivers of liquid fire cascaded down its mountainous chest.
