Perched between fire and stone, the volcano city thrived in defiance of nature. The sleeveless warriors, marked by molten scars, patrolled the castle forged from basalt. A volcano-headed guardian roared from the summit, a living symbol of wrath and might. His sister, just as fearsome, marched alongside him—flames dancing in her eyes. On the edge of the city, a slick lawyer whispered deals into a phone, avoiding the lava-soaked streets. And watching from a cliff above was the moose: sword as long as a tree, robotic arm glinting. There were no rules in Ashen Peaks. Only heat, honor, and grudges.
