Capturing the Dark Lord again

Everything went dark around Michael for a moment. When the light returned to his sight, he was standing inside a glass room. Fabia stood a few meters before him, leaning against the glass. Her gut had a fist-sized hole, and blood oozed down from Michael's hand. But not a single drop of blood trickled down from Fabia's wound. Her skin around the wound was burnt. Death was nearing her. No healing potion in the world could heal her within a few moments to save her life.  Michael watched the light of life fade away from Fabia's eyes. He waited for someone to come to her rescue. As far as Michael's eyes could see, there was nothing but smoky air with specks of ember outside. He vaguely saw a fuming volcano in the distance. 

"Fire realm?" Michael asked himself. He tried to contact Gaya through the earpiece, but strangely, the earpiece didn't work. In fact, he didn't feel any energy around him at all.