At the exit of the Mystic Volcano, a hot and desolate scene unfolded before the eyes.
The ground around the volcano's crater was scorched black, with faint red light glowing from the cracks, as if the earth's veins were pulsating incessantly.
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, and the heat waves rushing at one's face made it difficult to breathe.
In the sky, black volcanic ash mixed with scorching smoke, covering the sky and blotting out the sun, making one feel extremely oppressed.
In this sweltering environment, an old man clad entirely in red sat motionless.
The old man's skin seemed to be scorched by flames, showing an unnatural red color, with deep and complex wrinkles, as if baptized by countless ages.
His hair was also fiery red, resembling burning flames, gently flowing with the wind.
His beard was equally fiery red, merging with his hair, appearing exceptionally striking.
