Magma constantly splattered all around.
After falling for a while, Misha felt that his body touched a solid surface.
This time, he didn't feel the scalding sensation which he had experienced when he passed through lava. Instead, he felt a slight chill. The air was filled with the reeking scent of blood, and it assaulted his nostrils. He felt every pore in his body widen as an explicable sense of excitement overwhelmed him.
His blood-red robe looked even more ruddy in this bewitching environment; it seemed like blood was dripping down from it.
With every step he took, blood seemed to drip down from him.
The two of them walked quietly in this place. Misha squinted his eyes and proceeded in the direction which the intense fluctuations in his mind pointed him to.
Although the boundless area in front of Misha was blood-red, as he proceeded forward, his excitement grew.
"We will reach it… We will shortly reach it."
