Black-gray rocks, smooth ridges, and soaring volcanoes continuously spewed clouds and mists. Clusters of fog erupted from the crater, forming thick clouds in the sky, shrouding a ten-mile radius.
The white mist gathered without dispersing, growing thicker, as if it might collapse under its own weight.
In the dense fog, faint flickers of firelight could be seen.
Scorching lava splattered from the crater, dripping onto the mountainside, igniting flames that rolled downward.
When near the foot of the mountain, it gradually cooled, forming black-gray rocks.
A row of footprints remained on the sloping ridge. The three of them walked in formation, stepping on the fragmented volcanic stones, constantly heading towards the summit. A thin layer of white-blue flame enveloped them, diligently keeping the heat at bay.
However, as they approached the crater, this white-blue flame gradually lost its effectiveness, the flame shrinking smaller, even evaporating into thin heat.
