Inside a vessel of charred heartwood, a small beautiful horned-demon girl peers out the molten glass window. she points excitedly as they hurtle past rivers of molten magma and erupting geysers. Outside, ember phoenixes dart through billowing ash clouds while chains of obsidian gondolas swing between towering brimstone spires. The landscape blurs with motion—twisted flora igniting and regenerating in their wake—as a magnificent citadel of fire and shadow looms ahead, perched atop jagged volcanic cliffs in the distance.