Lizbeth's Heaven And Hell

SLAM!

A large metallic door of an unknown room in the outer circle was slammed open by a significantly harmless human.

With great strides, this human walked into a brightly lit hall with an opening ceiling.

Tens of furnaces with fierce flames under them were lined in a circle in the middle of the room, right at the place where the crimson moonlight seeped in.

One couldn't make out whether the red hue in the room came from the flames or the moonlight.

A strong medicinal scent lingered in the room despite there being proper ventilation facilities.

Lizbeth, smelling this scent, felt herself melt in its glory.

It was so pleasant, so warm, so floral! She was on cloud nine!

As if possessed, Lizbeth dashed in the room and checked up each furnace one by one.

"Wow, the flames are not ordinary!"

"What the— these are not flames but the pure Fire element?!"