Harry stood in a somewhat familiar yet unknown place in the middle of a towering mountain range.
It was close to the place where he had been teleported for the first time. The vast expanse of stone and ancient-looking mountains triggered a vague memory—he had seen them before, but most of his focus back then had been on running.
On the ground lay freshly cooled magma. Harry could still feel a slight burning sensation on his legs, but it wasn't enough to make him uncomfortable.
He had a black sword resting on his shoulder. With a swift swing, he brought it down just as the Behemoths charged at him.
Unsurprisingly, their control over the stone element had evolved with their level. He remembered that terrifying level 9 beast using stone with deadly precision and variation.
These weren't quite at that level, but they were far more skilled than the Behemoths he had fought until now.
