Lens Crafting

POV Troublemaker:

The small group of people walked through a massive space of black stone, the only light coming out of the massive lava trenches following along the tall, glossy black marble walls.

Tall statues of dragons made of pure gold, towering high above their heads, stared at them with their large diamond eyes.

The armored steps accompanied them from all four sides, the capes of the monstrous infantry occasionally appearing in the black background of their armor, visible only due to the reflected orange light of magma and the red runes engraved on them.

'The tournament ended, but they still summoned these with the highest scores.' The leader and his nerdy friend with glasses, who passed together with him, walked amidst the small group of players.

'Only two of us got here… if it weren't for that annoying wyrm, more of us would get through.'

Finally, they reached a vast empty space filled with nothing but thick smoke.