The realm of Muspelheim is a domain beyond the reach of mere mortals. A land seething with volcanic fury, its landscape was strewn with precious ores and untold treasures that lured adventurers and greedy souls alike.
Yet, for all its riches, this realm is also a deadly trap for those poor souls.
The air simmered with unbearable heat, capable of melting the resolve of the most intrepid explorers before they could even marvel at the wealth beneath their feet.
Most of the mountain peaks in this realm lay the remains of the ancient being, their corpse enshrined in a macabre tableau as if the realm itself was a tomb designed to display foolish greed.
Many had attempted to conquer its infernal depths, driven by their lust for wealth that promised a lifetime of luxury. Fueled by dreams of riches beyond their imagination, they bravely stepped into the realm with hearts full of greed and eyes blinded to the danger ahead of them.
But this realm is merciless. Its scorching embrace ensnared adventurers in waves of heat so intense it seemed to wrap the very fabric of magic itself.
Those who entered, regardless of their strength or cunning, vanished without a trace.
As if swallowed by the realm, they left behind no echo of their passage, no tale of their fate.
The realm stood as an unbreachable fortress, a testament to nature's indomitable will, guarded by the very elements that forged it, and with the realization of its deadly nature, the allure of rapid wealth from its fiery depth faded into mere whispers among the people.
The notion of venturing into this blistering realm was abandoned, With the constant gurgle of molten Lava filling the air, seeping through every of its scorched earth, The acid stench of sulfur hung heavily and the eternal heat, coupled with suffocating fresh air, was enough to render any mere mortal unconscious if the scalding breeze were to fill their lungs.
There is no sun but instead, a luminous yellow sky casts an eerie light, penetrating clouds that seem to obscure an unseen source of daylight.
It was this ceaseless inferno that bestowed upon the realm its infamous title: The Pyre of Greed.
Every element seethed with unbearable heat; the ground itself was a mosaic of blackened cracks, and from the summits of mountains and hills alike, rivers of lava flowed free without rhyme or reason.
The purpose behind this realm's creation, its very reason for existing, remained a mystery, shrouded in the mists of time.
But perhaps, this time, a group of intrepid maidens will do that and they will find the crystal that has sealed their strength.
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"We should be close," Sun Cu stated, breaking the silence of breezing air. Every war maiden present looks out at every corner for any lurking dangers, in case of a sudden encounter.
"We should be..." Ca Cao replied, her vision was toward their destination, spotting the landscape they had been searching for.
Just atop a mountain, an open plain field was in their sight. The field stark landscape of volcanic rock and ash, was intersected by rivers of molten lava.
A cliff of jagged rock and fire framed the scene, with flames and lava accentuating its ferocity.
And nearby, a glowing crystal hovered.
"There..." Cao Cao announced.
The group of war maidens turned to the crystal, Guan Yu remained vigilant, wary of potential ambushes despite their previous victories over the realm's monsters.
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I Am NOT A Hero
FanfictionHerumi is an 18 years old boy who lives an ordinary life and was living in an orphanage. he lost both of his parents at 8 years. Even his ordinary, there's always trouble to his life. he has a few friends that also help him with his difficult life...
