"What… is that?" Areon asked, still breathing heavily as he slowly pushed himself upright, using his sword for support. His legs were not exactly cooperating after that soul-shaking screech, and his chest continued rising and falling as he tried to regain control of his breathing. However, despite his condition, his crimson eyes never left the enormous golden flames dancing in the distance. There was something about them that made it almost impossible to look away. The fire seemed alive, constantly moving and twisting upon itself, its golden-red and orange flames rising high into the sky like an everlasting sea of fire. Even from this distance, Areon could feel its heat against his skin, and the thought of getting any closer made his instincts scream at him. Whatever existed inside those flames was certainly not something ordinary.
"That's where you're going to go in."
