Walls of the Eldjötnar

"Cough, Cough."

The moment they stepped through the Gate, Achilles and Garduck gripped their throat as their knees bent against their wills.

The change in atmosphere struck Adam, too. He pinched his scrunched nose, his fingers sliding on the dripping sweat covering his ashen skin. Ashes, sulfur, and terrifying heat blended in a deadly cocktail, making the air heavy and unbreathable even to him.

With a click of his tongue, he took a deep inhale, his body slowly adjusting to this place. Then, giving time for his companions to adapt, he observed his surroundings.

Rivers of lava flowed everywhere, dividing the molten rocks in a canvas of glowing cracks. Charred mountains reached for the sky, unable to pierce the thick swirling clouds of volcanic fallout.