The air was waving back and forth from the heat emanating from the ground. Molten rock was flowing from the cave's ceiling, dripping down like water into lakes that one could only imagine from hell otherwise.
Monsters crawled around in here. Beetles that had magma clinging to their mandibles, and moths with scales that could light ice on fire. There was just a single area in here that was completely devoid of these traits that were offensive to life itself – a small camp, where the air was cool and crisp. Wisps of cool blue flames floated through the air, protecting the folk inside.
Inside of that camp, an elderly man with an appearance that seemed to hint at him being from a hell quite similar to the one outside of the camp's borders was carefully placing a gemstone inside of a small metal lantern.
