The Mountain all around them pulsed with living fire. It was as if the environment they were in was both beautiful & grotesque simultaneously, an eternal living wound in the world that bled magma & crimson light.
Even with Ysvara's enchantments protecting them from melting away into ash, the atmosphere still shimmered with immense intensity, every molecule vibrating with the rhythm of molten creation.
Ysvara stood at the forefront of the group, the faint silver light in her black eyes burning brighter in the reflection of the molten plains. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a subtle reverence in the way she gazed upon the colossal mountain ahead.
"Stay close," she commanded softly, her voice carrying over the roar of molten rivers, "The enchantments will hold, but only within a certain range. If you stray too far, even your souls will burn."
