Magma flowed down from the mountain peak, leaving traces of sizzling air and puffs of smoke in its wake.
The rumbling sound continued to explode, the sky covered by leaden volcanic ash while orange-red fireworks erupted incessantly from the volcano's mouth.
Tang Yu leaned against the window, holding a high-power telescope in his hand, his gaze fixed on the volcano in the far distance.
That figure was small, barely a dot to the naked eye, and even within the scope of the telescope, obscured by the flames, it was still unclear. Yet he could vaguely discern that the figure, somewhat resembling a human, was carefree while wandering amidst the spewing columns of fire.
Despite not being able to see clearly, for some reason, Tang Yu had this feeling that the figure at the volcano's mouth, facing the blazing columns, facing the scalding magma, seemed as though they were bathing in comfortably warm water.
The very thought was terrifying!