Fire. A lot of it.A blast of heat slammed into Cal’s body, and he immediately felt the ground he stood on disintegrate. He instinctively jumped to another platform below—which was barely holding itself together. He made sure the new ground beneath would not fail before finally taking in the new area.He was inside an active volcano. At least, that was what this area looked like.Lava flowed freely below, but given the usual layout of each of the sinkhole’s areas, it flowed down to a void at the very bottom. It was like an inverse mountain… no, a valley would be a better description. A valley with a constant lava flow that disappeared into the void below. Thankfully for Cal’s life, there were plenty of blackened platforms made from cooled lava that gave him a place to stand. Unstable pillars that emerged from the lava supported them, and those were also the failure points. Still, it gave him a place where he wouldn’t sink into the lava and die a most terrible death.Cal jumped to another platform when he felt the previous one crumbling. That was the biggest issue in this area. The heat was intense, though tolerable. However, reaching the void required traversing hundreds of potentially unstable platforms, each risking a fatal plunge into lava.He used [Mana Sense] to get a feel of where everything was and flinched the moment his mana tendrils ventured too far from his body. He cut the spell off, the mana in the area too chaotic for it to be useful. Using [Mana Sense] was like looking at the farm pond, only far worse. The chaotic mana covered the entire area, and he was in the thick of it.Cal scanned the area—squinting when the lava bubbled into a burst of fire that blinded his eyes—but saw no signs of Tavia. He saw no tracks of hers either, as expected. The lava refreshed the crumbling terrain and created it anew naturally. Even if Tavia had wanted to leave signs she had been here, the lava would have erased them long ago. (...)