A catastrophe or good fortune?

A colossal fire covered Cold Town as Vlad and Jormungandr continued to Nagan Mountain. Neither the young man nor the small cat said a word, but their black eyes showed utter brutality as hundreds of bodies burned behind them. They would unleash a burning wrath and consume the lives of the ones responsible for this carnage.

The path forward was barren and mountainous, with no more towns in their way. The duo focused on killing monsters and demons that appeared while using their A.I. Chip to locate and collect more ingredients and treasures. 

After another twenty days of travel, Vlad and Jormungandr saw in the distance a massive mountain over five thousand meters tall, its peak surrounded by storm clouds constantly unleashing powerful and deadly lightning strikes.

Vlad smiled as he saw the lightning strikes since that was the perfect place for a Lightning Core to grow. 'Who knows, I might find other treasures as well.'