They soon got to the lava sea.
It moved like a living thing, slow and deliberate, as though the earth itself had decided to breathe its anger to the surface.
It glowed a violent orange, streaked with veins of white-hot brilliance that pulsed and shifted beneath a skin already blackening and cracking.
The sound it gave off was worse than the sight. It was a low, grinding roar, like mountains being chewed apart from the inside.
It boiled extremely hot, and if not for the crystals that helped the ship levitate above the sea, it could've swallowed the entire ship in one bite.
The lava sea, besides the heat, was mostly calm but…
There were rumors about an obsidian golem that lay beneath the boiling water.
According to legend, upon waking, the boundary between lava and the beast became indistinguishable. The molten surface would rise, distend, and then rupture as something massive tore itself from the depths.
