The air in the Earthen Furnace hung thick and stifling, pressing against their skin like the breath of a forge. Heat radiated from the molten stone beneath them, shimmering in waves that distorted the dim light. Varin moved with purpose, her hooves clicking lightly against the cracked stone, her sleek coat damp with sweat but gleaming under the dim, flickering glow. The stylish armor she wore—sleek, lightweight, yet undeniably durable—reflected her flair for th...