บท 475: Cluster General | Deadly New Skill

A dark hill stood attached to the wall of the ginormous cavern that was the Cluster, holding a sense of sacredness that exhumed breath-like sounds of heat and steam.

A pool of boiling magma that was excessively hot, writhing and blazing in mini-swirling flames of orange-pink that leapt in and out of the mass like fish taking a dive out of the water circled this hill, with a radius of at least sixty meters.

The heat that circled around the hill was constantly sucked onto the hill with an unforgiving suction, a unique treasure bringing this about.

Perched on the side of the hill was a flat platform looking to be dug out cleanly as it was flat and big enough for several figures to settle on.

At the very end of this platform was a another small pool of magma, its fiendish heat warping the air for distorted imagery that obscured the real proportions of what could be seen.

Within this smaller pool, a simplistic throne comfortably settled in.