Ash gritted his teeth as he jumped to the next stone platform, the heat around him rising to a maddening degree.
His entire body was steaming, and it felt as if every inch of his skin was being slowly roasted—he was, in every sense of the word, getting cooked alive.
All of his clothes had already burned to ash.
Only his unnamed boots and gloves had survived this long, but he didn't want to take the risk.
Carefully, he had stored even those inside his space ring, afraid they too would catch fire and vanish.
His body was covered in burns—some small, others far more serious—but thanks to his regeneration, every wound that appeared was healed just as quickly.
It was a painful loop of damage and recovery that drained both his patience and energy.
In his hands, he held the 'Eye of the Cursed God.' It couldn't be stored in the ring, so he had no choice but to carry it through this fiery trial, even if it was cumbersome.
