Nightwalker pressed the end of a cigar to his finger, releasing a tiny bit of lava to light it up. He then took a deep pull of the Epic cigar that Akainu had shared with him, a luxury custom-made by the Diad Family for him.
Nightwalker had to admit that Akainu was a man of excellent taste and bearing. Currently, he was seated at the top of a dead volcano, enjoying the lovely breeze while wearing beach attire.
He had a large umbrella stuck in the ground behind him which provided shade, and he sat comfortably in a soft couch, his legs sprawled like a hooligan,
Nightwalker looked at his experience which was at level 10, 0% and remembered the ultimatum the prodigy's avatar had given them. Since he had a goal, it was no problem to try and reach it.
"Hey Jormungandr, this volcano is dead, right?" Nightwalker asked lazily.