A surge of heat greeted him, scorching and relentless.
All around, his gaze was met with blazing fire.
The heavens and earth were painted in a vivid crimson, blindingly radiant and overwhelmingly intense.
The ground itself was formed of searing flames, slowly churning and shifting. Occasionally, torrents of fiery liquid would erupt skyward, scattering into the air.
Amid the explosions, the fiery liquid would break apart and transform into ancient, mysterious runes.
From a distance, it appeared as though an eternal rain of runes was descending upon here.
However, upon touching the scorched earth, these runes would morph into vibrant red seaweed, struggling to take root and grow.
Yet, under the oppressive heat, in mere moments, most would turn to ash, sinking back into the fiery liquid and becoming part of its ceaseless flow.