A volcanic wasteland stretched endlessly, its surface cracked and seething with molten veins that glowed like the embers of a dying world.
Lysandra stumbled forward, her body battered, her spirit even more so.
The air was thick with dark mana, the heat scorching enough to melt most beings, but to her, it merely made her even more exhausted.
It was her heart that burned the most, the pain of her shattered soul far more unbearable than the hellish landscape around her.
She reached the edge of a jagged, crumbling cliff, staring down into the raging crimson magma below, which could melt even peak Soul Devourers completely within a few minutes.
The molten rock churned and bubbled, devouring anything that dared to fall into its depths.
Lysandra took a deep breath, her eyes dull and lifeless as she slowly lowered herself to her knees.