Not long after Raymond arrived at the edge of Flamefire Mountain, immediately a strange heaviness settled in his chest. It wasn’t just the searing heat or the volcanic haze clinging to the air, it was something more. A silent pressure, as if the mountain itself was wary of his presence. Every step forward made the ground feel alive, pulsing faintly beneath his boots like it carried a heartbeat of its own.The scent of sulfur was thick, the skies above painted in orange mist, and distant rumbles echoed across the landscape like the growl of some ancient, sleeping beast. Massive cracks in the earth bled molten lava, glowing veins that pulsed along the slopes, and the gusts of wind that rolled down the cliffs carried enough heat to blister skin. Even standing still, Raymond could feel the mountain breathing fire into his bones.Without being told he could tell this wasn’t a place for the weak.Without wasting time, he closed his eyes and activated IgniteFireInfinity, the aura of intense

At that moment, all four chiefs Darak Flameheart, Mistress Aryen Skyrend, Elder Goru Stoneborne, and Chief Borgan Redfang, were visibly surprised when they noticed a lone figure walking steadily toward them. His steps were measured, his demeanor calm, yet his identity was unknown to any of them.Despite their alertness, the chiefs instinctively sensed that the approaching figure was not an immediate threat. The man's aura was low, his presence confident but not hostile. Still, the atmosphere was tense, and the warriors surrounding the chiefs gripped their weapons tightly.However, Raymond, standing amidst the encircled formation, felt a wave of fury the instant his eyes locked onto the newcomer. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed sharply. There was no mistaking the figure, it was Widem.Without needing confirmation, Raymond knew. The traps meticulously laid across his path, the carefully concealed hazards within Flamefire Mountain, it all reeked of human sabotage, not natural dangers