Red!
High temperature.
Ian only felt as though he were inside a furnace, his body instinctively sensing discomfort.
Looking ahead.
All he saw was an unbroken volcanic region. Every volcano stood hundreds, even thousands of meters high, as though the world were ending.
And at this moment, he stood at the edge of this region, beneath a thousand-meter volcano.
He raised his head.
He could see the terrifying heat at the volcanic peak, the erupting volcanic ash. The sky was dark red, and the rolling fire clouds stretched for more than ten kilometers.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?"
Ian could not help asking instinctively.
He stretched out his hand and sensed his own condition.
He was around 1.7 meters tall, but very thin. His skin was dark brown, covered in dense scars and all sorts of patterns.
Looking at those patterns, Ian instinctively felt that they contained some kind of power.
As for his state and age.
His life level was at the Second Ring, yet he looked no older than his teens.
"So young?"
Ian was rather shocked. When he had been in his teens, he had only just been struggling around at the Zero Ring. He would not even have been worthy of carrying this youth's shoes.
"And at such a young age, am I Metatron's student? Or is this simply what he looked like when he was young?"
Ian could not help frowning.
"Noorja taevakirju joaduetatron!"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him. Ian instinctively understood what those words meant.
"Young inheritor of the Firmament Tribe, Metatron!"
So I am Metatron?
Ian suddenly understood.
But in the next second, he felt his body lose control. He turned around and saw someone not far away, wearing a robe seemingly made from