A wave of heat swirled forward, brushing against his cheeks, causing Gu Qiye's jet-black hair to rise dramatically.
He paused for a fraction of a second, then slowly lifted his head to look at this gloomy world.
The sky above was covered in haze, volcanoes rising one after another, erupting in succession. The lava-covered earth cracked layer by layer, magma gushing from the crevices, transforming into dazzling pillars of flame that soared into the heavens.
A single misstep could mean death; the view before him was a hellish landscape.
And here, was Kalina's "Polar Domain."
Looking further ahead, this scholar donned his goggles, hands in the pockets of his white coat, gazing at Gu Qiye from the lone extinct volcano in the distance.
The air was suffused with the scent of charcoal and gunpowder, fire-forged gigantic hands reaching towards the sky from all directions, and Gu Qiye realized he might have only a few seconds left.
