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Chaos had never been anywhere quite like this. Well, he'd been in caves, and he'd been up the volcano in the east to stare down into the bubbling cauldron of magma there, but he'd never been a cave that shimmered with the heat and sullen red glow of a volcano's distant magma. Fog rose from the cave mouth as the moist heat of the cave hit the cold winter air. Fascinated, he hovered around the cave's entrance for a moment, considering whether to enter, but oh who was he kidding of course he was going to go in. Two long strides brought him into the cave, and he had to halt as the sudden change from cold dry air to the moist air of a cave superheated threatened to take his breath away. "Whoa buddy," he managed to whoop with what breath he had managed to take in. His voice echoed really strangely once it had bounced past what was visible to him of the cave. He was intensely curious as to what was outside of his eyesight, but he needed to take a moment to adjust to the thick feel of the air.