The world spun, and light and shadows shifted.
Russell sat atop the throne on the Shadowflame Dragon's head, his vision blurred for a moment, and found himself within another volcano.
This volcano was made of black and red rocks; black was the color of the surface, and red was the glow from cracks within the rocks. This pattern and form closely resembled that of the Shadowflame Dragon's body.
However, there was a difference.
Amber-colored roots, tangled and knotty, filled the crevices between the rocks, seemingly wrapping around the entire volcano.
"This place..." Russell looked around. "It doesn't quite seem like Amber Dreamland!"
"Indeed, it is not Amber Dreamland; this is Shadowflame's own volcano," observed the Shadowflame Dragon with a sharp glance over the interior of the volcano. "However, it is an elemental construction, a volcano formed from the condensation of fire elements!"
"You mean, this volcano is similar to elemental construction?"