The heat was unbearable.
Ren sprinted across the uneven black stone, his boots slamming against the steaming earth as rivers of lava hissed beside him.
The blistering air singed the edges of his cloak, and steam clouded every breath, but he didn't slow down. Not with the danger that was everywhere.
It was as if the terrain itself held a grudge against him, and was determined to take him down.
Lava spat from cracks in the ground, scalding mist hissed from vents created by those cracks, and from the molten rivers, the alligators came. Not one, not two, and not even three, but an army of them, their scales blackened, eyes glowing red, and mouths wide with razor sharp teeth.
"Don't stop!" Ren barked, launching a Push at the nearest leaping beast.
The force from the resonance erupted from his palm like a cannon blast. The alligator flew backward, slamming into a jagged boulder and sliding down in a heap of broken limbs.
