Baikal Sea

Pools of fire surged out of ground fissures. Corroding energy ate away his vigor and flesh. As Angor's skin was baked and turned to cracked crust, he saw a large, yelling shadow spreading more embers into the surroundings…

An ember landed right in front of him, sending numbing pain through his bones.

He opened his eyes and saw someone's large and greasy face only inches away, looking at him with great anxiety.

Next, he felt the scorching pain and bolted up from where he was lying with a start, causing several metal tools to fall on the floor.

This was when he realized that he had been placed on top of an operating table, while the heat came from a burning fire directly under the table.

Brofen's glowing fingers told him who made that fire.

Angor immediately stepped away and gave Brofen a cautious stare, whereas Brofen poorly pretended that he had nothing to do with the suggestive setup by glancing everywhere but Angor's direction.