Cyrus wanted to stop him, but Kane was already moving too quickly.
His nine tails fanned behind him like silver flames, completely unbothered by the oppressive heat radiating from the lava flows.
This really felt like an adventure.
Not the kind where he dodged synthetic chimeras or got kidnapped by mad scientists. The kind from stories he'd read as a kit—ancient temples, hidden wonders, mysteries waiting in the dark.
Kane leapt over a narrow stream of molten rock, landing on a platform of cooled obsidian. The chamber sprawled in every direction, revealing new details with each step.
Crystal formations jutted from the walls at odd angles, some pulsing with bioluminescent veins.
Pools of water—impossibly clear despite the heat—bubbled gently in carved depressions, surrounded by moss that shimmered like crushed emeralds.
