Chapter 161: The Pyre Harvest
The heavy iron doors of the Labyrinth elevator ground open, and a solid wall of apocalyptic heat slammed into us.
We stepped out onto the jagged obsidian shoreline of Strata 6.
The subterranean ocean of boiling magma stretched out as far as the eye could see, illuminated only by the violent orange glow of molten rock and the towering spires of bright blue Pyre Cobalt.
Rolf took a heavy step forward, the intense heat instantly causing his silver armor to hiss. Lysandra shielded her face, her maroon wings pulling tight against her back to avoid the rising ash.
"The ambient temperature is lethal," Nyssa reported, her thick glasses instantly fogging up.
"Prolonged exposure will cook the internal organs of anyone not wearing S Grade chitin."
Anise stepped to the front of the Pack, gripping her wooden staff.
The Level 100 Hero was still strictly bound by her seal, but she did not need her absolute, world breaking power to keep us alive.
