The underground fault shrieked as two land-wide plates ground together four thousand deep-water lengths beneath the world.
A blast of white-hot sulfur gas erupted from the fissure. It screamed like an iron kettle the size of a mountain.
Lu Chen didn’t blink.
He stood balanced on the knife-edge of a glass-fused dark rock shelf. He looked into the giant stone deep pit of the lower mantle.
Ten paces below his iron-soled boots, a river of white-hot magma surged through the earth-shaking trench. It glowed with the dull orange fury of tightly packed stone.
Yet not a single speck of glowing cinder touched his hemp tunic.
Around his broad shoulders and chest, the fabric of space curved into a pitch-black crescent.
Twelve-Layer Iron Bell Body: Tier 7/12.
