The Collection

As all of the other soldiers in his regiment easily jumped over the crevice, Cennet stopped suddenly, not out of any sense of fear, but rather from an inexplicable bout of fascination. Rising up from the deep crack in the uneven obsidian terrain was a red-hot cyclone of burning cinders. Far below the surface of the desolate battlefield was a churning torrent of molten rock. Despite the other running soldiers, distant explosions lighting up the horizon, and gunfire zipping past just over his head, …