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

At that moment, upon hearing what Raymond just said, Waylon suddenly burst into slow, mocking applause. The sound of his palms clapping together echoed sharply in the tense room. He smirked and said, “Wow, Raymond. What a very touching story indeed. Look at you standing here, spinning words so sweet that everyone now thinks you cannot even hurt a fly. This is what you always do, isn’t it? You walk around deceiving people, blackmailing people, twisting truths just to get what you want. You put on this mask of righteousness, but behind it is nothing but schemes.”At that moment Waylon’s voice grew louder, more forceful, his eyes scanning the faces in the room as if trying to sway them even more to his side. “And now, you bring the same excuse here. You want to use pity, you want to use fake virtue. Well, it’s not going to work this time. That’s the very reason I came here today, to expose you for what you really are. I won’t let you fool these people like you’ve fooled others.”The room

At that moment, upon hearing Derek’s sharp warning, Waylon’s pride burned, but he forced himself to remain quiet. His fists clenched at his sides, his chest heaving as he struggled with the humiliation of being silenced in front of so many. He had always believed his words carried weight, that people should respect his reasoning. Yet here he was, treated like a reckless child, his voice dismissed as if it meant nothing. For a fleeting moment, the thought of speaking again tempted him, but the cold, steely look in Derek’s eyes made it clear, if he pushed further, it would not end well for him.At that moment Waylon lowered his head, bowing slightly in Derek’s direction. The gesture was not entirely out of respect, but more a survival tactic, a way to swallow his anger and protect himself from further embarrassment. His silence hung in the air like a heavy curtain, and it did not go unnoticed by the other clan leaders who were watching closely, each weighing their own thoughts about the

At that moment the silence that hung in the clearing was unlike any Raymond had felt before. It wasn’t the calm of nature, nor the weight of the Flamefire Mountain’s oppressive aura it was the silence of human tension, the kind that carried daggers hidden in every glance.Deep down in his mind, Raymond could already sense the storm forming behind their guarded faces. He didn’t need anyone to whisper it to him, he knew. These men and women, chiefs of their clans, weren’t allies bound together for the good of their people. No, he could see it in the twitch of their brows, the measured stillness of their breathing, and the way their eyes lingered too long on the jar in his hand.They were calculating. Each of them had their own agenda.They wanted benefits, power, control, leverage. Not one of them was here for fairness. Cooperation? That was a word for the weak. Raymond could tell in an instant: these chiefs, each representing centuries of legacy, were also carrying centuries of ambitio