Chapitre 64: Hot Breakfast

Henry was deep in his slumber with no intention of waking up soon, when he suddenly felt a great sensation of extreme heat and heat alone. As Henry's eyelids fluttered open, he was met with an inferno of orange and red hues. He was lying on a bed of black, glassy obsidian, its smooth surface reflecting the fiery glow of the surroundings. The air was thick with heat, and Henry could feel the warmth radiating up from the rock beneath him, like a gentle giant's breath.

"Huh? Where the hell am i?" he asked in confusion

As he struggled to sit up, his head spun, and his vision blurred. The heat was overwhelming, making his skin prickle with sweat. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the haze, and that's when he saw it; the majestic, fiery landscape of a volcano's interior.

"Wait a minute, why the fuck am in a volcano!" Henry yelled but got no response, he quickly stood up to his feet and scanned his hot environment