I struggled and pleaded for Flareth to release me, but it was useless. His unyielding strength kept me locked in place, his grip firm like iron. No matter how much I resisted, he didn't budge an inch.
I was shocked by just how effortlessly he held me. In the end, I gave up fighting and accepted my fate, allowing him to carry me without further resistance.
We crossed through breathtaking landscapes—lush, vibrant forests with towering trees, rivers flowing with pure white milk instead of water—a sight that felt almost surreal.
But then, the scenery shifted drastically.
We arrived at Flareth's domain, his Ascendant Spire—the Spire of the Fire God.
A colossal tower of molten crimson stone stood before me, reaching toward the heavens, its surface pulsing as if it were alive with flames. Around the tower, volcanoes raged endlessly, spewing fire and lava into the air.
This place was supposed to be a divine realm where gods and goddesses resided. Shouldn't it resemble paradise?
