Rex fell into the volcanic world at blurring speeds. The heavier gravitational pull had him rocketing into the fuming hot shadows. With his feline senses strained to the maximum, he spun out of the way of jagged fiery spikes. At other times, he let his claws rip apart the volcanic stone to slow his descent until suddenly there was nothing to grab at all.
He blasted through another layer of ashen clouds with fiery arcs of thunder rumbling within.
Almost immediately, Rex realized he was falling from a new sky.
The world below was something akin to a military district-city melded with the aesthetic of a volcanic fire-world.
Jagged black stone skyscrapers and castles stood tall, waving flags and insignias in languages so far from human it was jarring.
Rivers of red and green lava flows cut up the hard stone land and created regions where the architecture and aesthetic held the subtlest of differences.
