Kyrian used his dexterity and strength to climb the Great Volcano.
His hands found natural platforms in the black rock, narrow ledges, cracks where he could dig in his fingers, and irregular edges that served as temporary footholds.
Every movement was perfect and efficient, he had already calculated exactly where to grip and where to step.
The heat no longer affected him.
The hot air rising from the depths of the crater, which had once scorched his lungs and made his skin tingle, was now nothing more than a warm breeze against his face. The magma bubbling below, which had once been a mortal threat, was now insignificant.
His body had changed. The Heaven Bone had changed it.
After some time, Kyrian did not count the minutes, lost in the rhythm of the climb, he finally leaped out of the volcano's mouth.
His feet landed on the solid ground of the outer rim. The rock was hot beneath his feet, but he barely noticed.
Kyrian raised his eyes to the sky above the crater.
