The wind up here was hot, to the point that it coated the back of Reidar's throat. He sat low on the back of one of his ravens from the Apex Menagerie.
"I hate this."
Despite all his attempts to stop the heat and the HP drainage, nothing seemed to work. The environmental damage continued to tick away at his health pool without pause.
Reidar looked down. The area wasn't just unwelcoming—it was built to kill. The obsidian shelf they'd landed on eventually crumbled into fractured badlands where jagged spires of rock jutted at angles that defied logic, and fissures split the ground deep enough that he couldn't see their bottoms.
Reidar gazed across terrain shaped by destruction, where every sharp ridge and river of molten rock made Earth's volcanic zones look harmless in comparison.
