The Elemental Plane of Fire was hot, burning hot. It had no air, just burning gas that engulfed the entire plane and gave an ominous crimson glow. Just a few kilometres in the sky, a burning white star drowned everything in its flaming heat, and that was the house of the goddess of fire, Kossuth, the Holy Nova Drakaina.
Right beneath that burning star, a second palace stood as tall as the mountains, with keeps of gold and brass that mysteriously withstood the searing heat. The pools were filled with liquid magma, and the vegetation was just metallic overgrowth of molten tungsten and charred ancient demonic bones.
Sitting on the edge of the molten magma pool, a beautiful woman relaxed on a foldable chair, looking at the blinding white star above as an entourage of horrifyingly beautiful Djinn maidens oiled her oak skin and massaged the rolling muscles resting on her frame.
