Scorching Domain.
Overlord Star, Saffras.
Blackstone Catacombs.
Here, the sole entrance had been completely sealed shut by extremely hard obsidian. Layer upon layer of volcanic ash had accumulated atop it, only to be cleared away again and again.
Other than the rotating Overlord Army guards, almost no one in the entire Scorching Domain still knew the exact location of the Blackstone Catacombs' entrance.
Players only knew that the Blackstone Catacombs were on Overlord Star Saffras, that a powerful and insane soul was sealed within, and that it had once belonged to Ragnar, the Flame Mad King, a supreme powerhouse who had once dominated the universe.
Beyond that, no further details were known.
Even the guards stationed here had only heard the legend of three hundred years ago from their predecessors.
Few knew what the catacombs beneath that obsidian seal truly looked like.
The Overlord Army guards knew only one thing:
the sealing formation was still absorbing the energy of the earthfire, silently operating just as it had when it was first established three hundred years ago.
Much like that battle body near the three Demon Eyes, it continued to patrol its territory day after day.
Looking past the tightly packed obsidian blockade and following the stone steps, long gnawed away and left incomplete by time, downward, one could see faint firelight leaking out of the darkness.
At first, it was merely a fist-sized point of light, but after a hundred paces, it rapidly swelled and took on a deep crimson hue.
Blazing heat was the eternal main theme of these catacombs, while the magma flowing through cracks in the stone walls served as interludes and embellishments.
The sparks that occasionally burst forth were like dull, monotonous notes.
Everything existed to accompany that unceasing, muffled sound of impact.
To provide accompaniment