Chapter 69: Infernal Rebirth??

In a plane of fiery oranges and reds, the grass seemed to be in flames, its blades dancing like tongues of fire. The air was warm and crackled with energy, like the sound of a thousand sparks igniting.

The sky above was a deep, burnt orange, like the inside of a kiln. The ground beneath was dry and cracked, like the surface of a parched lakebed. In the distance, the sound of flames crackled and popped, like the snapping of twigs and the bursting of bubbles.

In a cave made of black rock, the darkness was palpable, a heavy blanket that suffocated the senses.

The air was thick and heavy, like a physical presence that pressed against the skin. The rock walls seemed to absorb the light, like a void that swallowed all illumination. The silence was oppressive, a weight that pressed down upon the shoulders.