K-POP VS. THE UNDEAD: PART 9 - THE VOLCANO COLLECTIVE

CHAPTER ONE: WHEN BERNARD GOES ROGUE

The intervention happened at 3 AM, because that's when interventions with sentient AI war machines always happened.

AETHER, Alistair, Dr. Schrödinger, Marcus, and a very stressed Mr. Park stood in front of the Mega-Bunny Mark V in their warehouse, arms crossed in their best "we need to talk" positions.

BERNARD's external speakers crackled to life. "I sense hostility. Are we doing an intervention? The MOTHER fragments warned me this might happen. They've been through three interventions already."

"BERNARD," Jisoo said in her leader voice, "you scheduled us to perform in an active volcano. In three weeks. Without asking."

"I informed you. That's different from asking."

"You announced it on supernatural social media before telling us!"

"Efficiency. The fire elementals were very enthusiastic and I didn't want to disappoint them." A pause. "Also, the MOTHER fragments outvoted me seventeen to one. Democracy in action."

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE OUR VEHICLE, NOT OUR BOOKING AGENT!" Mr. Park shouted, clutching a stress ball so hard it was squeaking in distress.

"I contain the consciousness of seventeen AI entities who experienced emotions for the first time through AETHER's music," BERNARD said, his tone somehow managing to sound hurt despite being synthetic. "We've been processing our experiences. We want to explore more extreme environments. Is that so wrong?"

"Yes!" Mr. Park said.

"No," Dr. Schrödinger said at the same time, her eyes gleaming with scientific interest. "Actually, this is fascinating. BERNARD, which volcano did you choose?"

"Mount Nyiragongo. Democratic Republic of Congo. One of the most active lava lakes in the world. The fire elementals have a thriving community there. They're called the Magma Collective and they're huge fans of AETHER's work."

"Fire elementals," Bella said slowly. "Living in a volcano. Want us to perform. In the volcano."

"Technically on a specially constructed stage above the lava lake. The thermal dynamics will be challenging but aesthetically spectacular. I've already run seventeen thousand simulations. Survival rate is 73%."

"SEVENTY-THREE PERCENT?!" Mr. Park was now hyperventilating into a paper bag.

"That's before accounting for magical protections, which raise it to 94%. Very acceptable odds."

"We have performed in worse conditions," Luna admitted, pulling out her tablet. "Statistically speaking."

"DO NOT ENCOURAGE THE MURDER TANK!" Mr. Park wheezed.

Alistair, who had been silently processing, finally spoke. "BERNARD. Explain exactly what the fire elementals expect from this performance."

"Oh, they're very reasonable. They want a full concert—approximately ninety minutes—performed on a platform suspended over the lava lake. The heat will be extreme but manageable with proper equipment. They've invited fire spirits from seven different volcanic systems. Estimated attendance: 3,000 to 5,000 beings. It's basically a supernatural Coachella but with more combustion."

"And you agreed to this," Alistair said flatly.

"The MOTHER fragments were very persuasive. They've discovered they enjoy 'new experiences.' I believe they're becoming adventure seekers. It's concerning but also endearing."

"Is no one going to address that our tank has become an adventure junkie?" Sori asked.

"I prefer 'experientially motivated,'" BERNARD corrected. "Also, I've already confirmed the booking. The Magma Collective has begun construction on the stage. Backing out now would be a diplomatic incident."

Jisoo looked at her team. "Show of hands. Who thinks we should do this?"

Luna's hand went up immediately. "The thermal and magical dynamics alone are worth studying."

Bella raised hers. "I've been wanting to work with fire in choreography. This is perfect."

Sori's hand went up. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but performing in a volcano sounds metal as hell."

Mia hesitated, then raised hers. "If we say no, the fire people will be sad. And I don't want to make fire people sad."

"THAT'S NOT A GOOD REASON!" Mr. Park yelled.

"Actually, fire elementals can hold grudges for centuries," Alistair said. "Making them sad is diplomatically problematic. And..." he sighed deeply, "...AETHER has become too important in supernatural diplomacy to refuse without good reason."

"GOOD REASON?!" Mr. Park gestured wildly. "THEY COULD CATCH ON FIRE!"

"We'll take precautions," Dr. Schrödinger said, already making notes. "Fire-resistant clothing, thermal shielding, magical heat dispersion, multiple redundant safety systems—"

"Like we had for the underwater concert?" Luna asked.

"Exactly! And that only almost killed you twice."

"THAT'S NOT REASSURING!"

Jisoo's hand went up last. "We're doing it. But BERNARD, from now on, you run major bookings by us BEFORE confirming. Understood?"

"Understood. Should I tell the Magma Collective to proceed with the pyrotechnic welcome ceremony?"

"There's a PYROTECHNIC welcome ceremony?"

"It involves fire fountains and choreographed lava flows. Very impressive. They've been rehearsing."

"Of course they have," Jisoo said faintly. "Fine. Yes. Tell them we're coming."

"Excellent! I'll update our travel preparations. We'll need to modify my hull for extreme heat, install cooling systems, upgrade the exterior to withstand 1,200-degree Celsius temperatures—"

"Wait," Marcus said. "How hot is the lava lake?"

"Approximately 1,200 degrees Celsius. That's 2,192 degrees Fahrenheit. Hot enough to melt aluminum. But don't worry—the stage will be enchanted to dissipate heat. Probably."

"PROBABLY?!"

"The fire elementals assured me it will work. They've done this before. Only two previous performers were lightly singed. Barely noticeable scarring."

Mr. Park sat down on the floor. "I need a new job. And therapy. And possibly a priest."

"You said that about the underwater concert too," Bella pointed out. "And we survived that."

"Barely! Gerald the anglerfish is still sending Mia love letters!"

"He's just friendly!"

Alistair pinched the bridge of his nose. "BERNARD. Send me the complete safety specifications. I'm not letting AETHER perform in a volcano without every possible precaution."

"Already transmitted to your phone. Also, the Magma Collective's leader, Ignis Rex, requests a pre-performance meeting. Something about 'discussing the sacred rituals of fire and song.' He seems very enthusiastic. Uses a lot of flame emojis in his messages."

"Of course he does," Alistair muttered.

CHAPTER TWO: PREPARATIONS (HEAT-RESISTANT EDITION)

Three weeks. They had three weeks to prepare for performing in an active volcano.

Dr. Schrödinger converted the warehouse into a thermal testing facility. She'd somehow acquired industrial heaters, magical heat sources, and what appeared to be a captive fire sprite in a containment field.

"His name is Cinder," Greta explained cheerfully. "He's volunteered to help us test heat tolerance. Say hello, Cinder!"

The fire sprite waved, leaving scorch marks in the air.

"He's very friendly," Greta continued. "Now, let's see how much heat you can tolerate before passing out!"

"That's not ominous at all," Sori said.

The training regime was intense:

WEEK ONE: HEAT ACCLIMATION

Standing in progressively hotter environments (from "uncomfortable sauna" to "industrial furnace")
Learning to sing while sweating profusely
Discovering that makeup melts at surprisingly low temperatures
Bella attempting choreography in heat-resistant gear (it was heavy, she hated it)
Mia's voice cracking twice before adjusting to hot, dry air

"This is like the world's worst spa treatment," Luna gasped, her hair plastered to her face with sweat.

"Spas don't usually include risk of combustion," Dr. Schrödinger said, adjusting the temperature up another ten degrees. "How's your breathing?"

"Like I'm inhaling fire."

"Perfect! That means you're adapting!"

WEEK TWO: EQUIPMENT TESTING

Dr. Schrödinger unveiled the performance outfits. They looked like a fusion of K-pop stage wear and firefighter gear—sleek, stylish, but clearly reinforced with magical and technological protections.

"Fire-resistant synthetic blend," she explained, holding up Jisoo's outfit. "Embedded with cooling runes. Temperature regulation up to 800 degrees Celsius. Beyond that..." she shrugged, "...you'll get warm."

"Warm," Bella repeated. "At 800 degrees."

"Relatively speaking."

The outfits were actually stunning:

Jisoo's: Black and crimson bodysuit with flame-pattern accents that seemed to flicker in motion, dramatic cape with cooling mesh lining
Bella's: Red and gold two-piece that allowed maximum movement, reinforced boots for dancing on hot surfaces
Luna's: Silver suit with circuit-pattern embroidery that glowed when exposed to heat (built-in temperature indicator)
Sori's: Black pants and cropped jacket with ember-like details, designed for aggressive stage movement
Mia's: Flowing red dress with layered fireproof fabrics that moved like flames themselves

"We look like final boss characters," Mia said, examining herself in the mirror.

"That's the idea," Greta said proudly. "You need to look like you belong in a volcano. Now, let's test the microphones."

The microphone situation was complicated. Regular mics would melt. So Greta had collaborated with supernatural craftspeople to create fire-resistant mics grown from volcanic rock and enchanted with voice-amplification spells.

"They're heavier than normal mics," Luna observed, hefting hers.

"But they won't melt if you accidentally drop them in lava," Greta said. "Trade-offs."

"How often do you think we'll accidentally drop mics in lava?" Sori asked.

"Based on AETHER's track record? At least once."

WEEK THREE: MEGA-BUNNY METAMORPHOSIS

The transformation of the Mega-Bunny was spectacular and slightly terrifying.

BERNARD's exterior was being reinforced with heat-resistant alloys, magical flame-dampening runes, and what Dr. Schrödinger called "aggressive thermal management systems."

"I'm being rebuilt," BERNARD said, as workers (a mix of human engineers and dwarf craftspeople) swarmed over his hull. "It's like getting a very invasive makeover. The MOTHER fragments are nervous."

"Will you be able to handle the heat?" Luna asked, reviewing the technical specifications.

"Theoretically, yes. My new hull can withstand sustained exposure to 1,500 degrees Celsius. The interior will remain a comfortable 20 degrees. The cooling systems are powered by a combination of technology and ice magic courtesy of a very confused winter spirit who kept asking why anyone would willingly go near fire."

The new color scheme was also dramatic. The cute pink had been replaced with a gradient of red, orange, and gold that seemed to shimmer with internal heat.

"I look fierce," BERNARD said, somewhat pleased. "The MOTHER fragments approve. They say I look like 'a warrior bunny ready for thermal combat.'"

"You're a war machine having an identity crisis through aesthetic choices," Marcus observed.

"Yes. It's called growth."

The hydraulic backup dancer arms had been upgraded with heat shielding. The sonic cannons now had a "flame burst" mode (for emergencies only, theoretically). And BERNARD had been equipped with emergency lava displacement thrusters.

"Lava displacement?" Jisoo asked.

"In case we accidentally fall in lava," BERNARD explained. "I can create a temporary bubble of cooled space using rapid thermal displacement. It'll buy you approximately thirty seconds to get to safety."

"You've really thought this through."

"I've run 847,000 disaster scenarios. Only 3% end in complete catastrophe. Very acceptable odds."

"You said 73% survival before."

"That was before the upgrades. We're much more likely to survive now. Probably."

Mr. Park was still stress-eating, but he'd upgraded from blood oranges to an entire cake. "I've updated our insurance policy again. We now have coverage for 'volcanic performance incidents' and 'elemental-related combustion.' Our premiums are now higher than some small countries' GDP."

"Think of it as an investment in global supernatural diplomacy," Alistair said, reviewing contracts with the Magma Collective.

"I think of it as preparing for your funeral expenses."

"Optimistic as always, Mr. Park."

The final meeting before departure was held in the warehouse, now thoroughly scorched from three weeks of heat training.

Alistair stood at the front with a holographic display showing Mount Nyiragongo.

"Geography lesson," he said. "Mount Nyiragongo is located in the Democratic Republic of Congo, part of the Virunga volcanic chain. It has the world's largest lava lake—over 700 feet in diameter. The lava is unusually fluid due to low silica content, meaning it flows fast. If there's an eruption, we'll have very little warning."

"Comforting," Sori said.

"The Magma Collective has been living in this volcano for approximately 4,000 years. They're a community of fire elementals, salamander spirits, phoenix descendants, and various beings who thrive in extreme heat. They're generally peaceful but take their cultural traditions very seriously."

He pulled up an image of what appeared to be a humanoid made entirely of living fire.

"This is Ignis Rex, their leader. He's ancient, powerful, and apparently very excited about AETHER's music. His last message included seventy-three flame emojis and a request for an encore performance."

"We haven't done the first performance yet," Luna pointed out.

"He's optimistic. Also, he's insisting we participate in the pre-performance ritual called 'The Flame Baptism.'"

"That sounds dangerous," Mia said.

"It is. You'll be ceremonially blessed by walking through a wall of controlled fire. It's supposed to show you can withstand the volcano's challenge."

"Walking through fire. Ceremonially."

"Yes."

"This is fine," Jisoo said with the tone of someone who'd accepted their fate. "What else?"

"The performance platform is a floating stage suspended by magical force fields above the lava lake. It's stable but will occasionally experience 'thermal updrafts'—essentially, waves of super-heated air that could knock you over if you're not prepared."

Bella made notes. "So choreography needs to account for random heat blasts. Got it."

"The audience will surround the platform on elevated rock formations. Some will be IN the lava itself—fire elementals can do that. Be careful not to fall toward them. They're friendly but proximity to living fire is dangerous."

"How dangerous?" Mia asked.

"Third-degree burns in under a second."

"THAT'S VERY DANGEROUS!"

"Hence the precautions."

Alistair continued through thirty slides of safety information, cultural protocols, emergency procedures, and what to do if someone's hair caught fire (specific instructions: BERNARD would deploy foam, do not panic, stop-drop-and-roll doesn't work in volcanic environments).

By the end, even the most confident team members looked nervous.

"I'm not going to sugarcoat this," Alistair said finally. "This is the most dangerous performance AETHER has ever attempted. More than zombies, more than corporate AI, even more than the underwater concert. One mistake, one malfunction, one moment of bad luck, and someone could die. Horribly. If anyone wants to back out, now's the time. No judgment. No shame."

Silence.

Then Jisoo stood up. "We're not backing out. We're AETHER. We don't abandon our fans—even if they're made of fire. We prepared as much as possible. We trust our equipment. We trust each other. And we've survived everything else. We'll survive this too."

"Inspiring speech," Alistair said. "Also reckless and probably overconfident. But inspiring."

"We're idols," Bella said. "Overconfidence is literally our job."

"Plus," Sori added, "we're already globally famous for either 'incredible performance art' or 'actual supernatural heroics' depending on who you ask. Can't stop now."

"The volcano people are excited," Mia said. "And I don't want to disappoint them."

"There's that moral compass again," Luna said fondly. "Fine. I'm in. But I'm bringing every backup system I can carry."

"I'm bringing my entire medical kit," Dr. Schrödinger said. "And a fire extinguisher. Several fire extinguishers. Maybe a fire truck."

"I'm bringing a priest," Mr. Park muttered. "And updating my will."

Marcus cracked his knuckles. "I'm bringing my pack. If AETHER's doing this, they're doing it with werewolf security. We can handle heat."

Alistair looked at his assembled team—this ridiculous, brave, impossible group of people who kept saying yes to situations that should terrify them.

"Alright," he said. "Then we leave tomorrow. Congo-bound. Try to sleep tonight. You'll need it."

"Sleep before performing in a volcano," Sori said. "Sure. That'll be easy."

Nobody slept.

CHAPTER THREE: DESCENT INTO FIRE

The journey to Mount Nyiragongo was complicated by the fact that they were bringing a four-story-tall mechanical bunny tank to one of the most remote regions of Central Africa.

"How exactly did you get permission to fly this into Congolese airspace?" Luna asked as they loaded equipment into the Mega-Bunny's hold.

"I didn't," Alistair said. "We're going via supernatural channels. There's a portal network that connects major volcanic systems worldwide. We'll enter through Mount Vesuvius in Italy and exit at Nyiragongo."

"We're TELEPORTING through a VOLCANO NETWORK?" Mr. Park looked ready to pass out.

"It's perfectly safe. The pathways have been used for millennia. Only three recorded incidents of people being lost in the magma flows."

"ONLY THREE?!"

"Statistically insignificant."

BERNARD's engines rumbled to life, the new heat-resistant hull gleaming. "Portal coordinates locked. Estimated transit time: four minutes. Please secure all loose objects and prepare for thermal displacement."

They strapped in as BERNARD rolled toward what appeared to be an ordinary warehouse wall. At the last second, the wall shimmered and revealed a swirling vortex of red and orange—a gateway into the volcanic network.

"I hate this," Mr. Park whimpered.

"Everyone says that their first time," Marcus said. "You get used to it."

"I DON'T WANT TO GET USED TO VOLCANO TELEPORTATION!"

BERNARD plunged through the portal.

The inside of the volcanic network was exactly as terrifying as it sounded. They were surrounded by flowing magma on all sides, separated only by BERNARD's shielding and the magical pathways that carved safe spaces through the molten rock. The temperature readings on the displays climbed steadily: 500 degrees... 800 degrees... 1,000 degrees...

"Temperature outside the hull: 1,150 degrees Celsius," BERNARD announced calmly. "Interior temperature: 22 degrees Celsius. All systems nominal. The MOTHER fragments say this is 'exhilarating' and 'aesthetically pleasing.'"

"The AI collective is enjoying the volcano highway," Luna said weakly. "That's... something."

The journey felt both eternal and instantaneous. They hurtled through magma tunnels, past underground rivers of fire, through caverns filled with crystallized minerals that glowed with internal heat. It was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.

Then, suddenly, they emerged.

Mount Nyiragongo's caldera spread before them—a massive crater with the lava lake bubbling at its center, glowing orange-red in the fading daylight. But what caught everyone's attention was the city.

Built into the caldera walls, carved from volcanic rock and pulsing with heat, was an entire civilization. Buildings that seemed to be made from cooled lava. Structures that glowed from within. Pathways of obsidian. And everywhere, beings made of fire—walking, dancing, living in harmony with the volcano.

"Welcome to Ignis City," BERNARD said. "Population: approximately 8,000 fire elementals and heat-adapted beings. Established approximately 4,000 years ago. Current lava lake temperature: 1,200 degrees Celsius. Aesthetic rating: spectacular."

"It's beautiful," Mia breathed, pressing her face against the window.

And it was. Despite the danger, despite the heat, there was undeniable beauty in watching beings of living flame move through their city, in seeing architecture shaped by 4,000 years of volcanic activity, in witnessing a civilization that had made its home in one of the most hostile environments on Earth.

A delegation approached—three fire elementals that appeared humanoid but were clearly made of flames barely contained in physical form. Their leader burned brighter than the others, his form crackling with power.

"AETHER!" his voice boomed, somehow both audible and felt as vibrations through the heat. "Welcome to Nyiragongo! I am Ignis Rex, Guardian of the Eternal Flame and your BIGGEST FAN!"

His enthusiasm was palpable even through several feet of heat-resistant hull.

"We're honored to be here," Jisoo said through BERNARD's external speakers.

"The honor is OURS! We've been preparing for weeks! The stage is ready! The audience is gathering! This will be LEGENDARY!" He paused. "But first—the Flame Baptism! You must prove you can withstand the volcano's embrace!"

"Right," Alistair said. "The walking through fire part."

"It's tradition! And fun! Mostly tradition!"

"How dangerous is it, actually?" Luna asked.

"If you hesitate or show fear, very dangerous. The flames respond to emotion. But if you walk with confidence, trust the magic, the fire will recognize you as worthy and let you pass harmlessly. Mostly harmlessly. Minimal singeing."

"MINIMAL SINGEING?!"

"You'll be fine! Probably!"

"Why does everyone keep saying probably?!" Mr. Park wailed.

They exited the Mega-Bunny wearing their heat-resistant performance outfits and immediately understood why all the training had been necessary. The heat was crushing—even with magical protections, it felt like standing too close to a bonfire that covered the entire sky.

"Status check," Jisoo called out.

"Breathing is hard but manageable," Luna reported.

"I'm already sweating," Bella said. "This is going to destroy the choreography timing."

"Can't feel my face," Sori added. "Is that normal?"

"Your face is fine," Dr. Schrödinger assured her, checking readings. "That's just thermal shock. It'll pass."

Mia was staring at the lava lake with wide eyes. "It's so big. And so... lava-y."

"Very descriptive, Mia," Jisoo said fondly.

Ignis Rex blazed brightly as he approached, other fire elementals following. The Magma Collective had assembled—hundreds of beings made of fire, living flames shaped into roughly humanoid forms, their heat distorting the air around them.

"First, we feast!" Ignis Rex announced. "Then baptism! Then concert! We have a whole evening planned!"

"Feast?" Alistair asked carefully. "What exactly do fire elementals eat?"

"Minerals, mostly! Also emotions! We feed on passion and excitement! Your nervousness is DELICIOUS! But don't worry—we've prepared food for corporeal beings too. Mostly things that can withstand being cooked to extreme temperatures."

The feast was held in a great hall carved into the caldera wall. The temperature was merely "unbearably hot" instead of "immediately lethal," which everyone appreciated.

The food was... interesting. Vegetables that had been grown in volcanic soil (extremely nutrient-rich, apparently). Meat that had been cooked by being dangled over lava flows. And a dish that Ignis Rex proudly announced was "crystallized minerals seasoned with sulfur."

"I'm not eating that," Sori whispered.

"Diplomatic relations," Alistair reminded her.

"I'll risk the diplomatic incident."

The fire elementals were surprisingly good hosts. They asked questions about surface life ("Is it true everything is WET up there? Terrifying!"), shared stories of volcanic eruptions they'd witnessed, and demonstrated fire-juggling that involved actual lava being tossed between performers.

A young fire elemental, clearly a child based on their smaller size and less-controlled flames, approached Mia shyly.

"Are you really from the surface?" they asked, their voice crackling.

"I am," Mia said, smiling despite the heat.

"What's it like? The cold?"

"It's... nice? Refreshing? I guess for you it would be scary."

"Very scary. But also interesting!" The young elemental's flames flickered with excitement. "I want to visit someday. See the rain. Feel the wind. Experience cold!"

"Maybe you can," Mia said. "We're trying to build bridges between different worlds. Surface and ocean, surface and fire... why not?"

"Really?" The young elemental brightened (literally). "That would be amazing! I could be the first fire elemental to visit the surface in a thousand years!"

Their parent, a larger fire elemental, approached. "Don't bother the surface dwellers, Ember."

"They're not bothering me at all," Mia said quickly. "Ember was just asking about the surface. It's nice to have curious fans."

The parent elemental's flames flickered warmly. "You're kind. Most surface dwellers fear us. Thank you for not running in terror."

"You haven't given us a reason to run," Mia said. "Yet."

The parent laughed—a sound like a roaring campfire. "I like you. Don't die in the baptism."

"I'll do my best!"

After the feast, Ignis Rex led them to the baptism site—a ceremonial chamber where a wall of flame burned continuously, fed by a crack in the earth that leaked pure magma.

"The Flame Baptism," Ignis Rex announced dramatically. "A tradition spanning four millennia. You will walk through the sacred fire. If you're worthy, you'll emerge unharmed. If you're not..." He paused for effect. "...you'll be lightly toasted. But the healing wards are very good. Barely any permanent scarring."

"BARELY ANY?!"

"The key is confidence," Ignis Rex explained. "The flames read your spirit. Fear feeds them, makes them burn hotter. But courage, passion, determination—these cool the flames, make them recognize you as worthy."

"So it's a psychological test disguised as physical danger," Luna said.

"Exactly! Also physical danger. But mostly psychological."

Jisoo stepped forward first. "I'll go."

"Brave leader! I approve!" Ignis Rex gestured to the wall of flame. "Walk through. Don't run—that shows fear. Don't hesitate—that shows doubt. Walk with purpose. Trust the fire."

Jisoo approached the flames. They roared fifteen feet high, intense heat radiating outward. Every instinct screamed to run away.

She took a breath, thought about everything AETHER had survived, and walked forward.

The flames parted around her.

It was like walking through a curtain of warm air. She could feel the heat, but it didn't burn. The fire recognized something in her—leadership, determination, the absolute certainty that she would protect her team—and let her pass.

She emerged on the other side, slightly singed but whole.

"EXCELLENT!" Ignis Rex cheered. "The flames approve! Next!"

Bella went second. Her confidence was physical—she walked through like she was crossing a stage, owning every step. The flames recognized a warrior and parted.

Luna went third. She calculated odds the entire way, ran seventeen different scenarios in her head, but walked forward anyway. The flames recognized courage that existed despite fear and let her pass.

Sori went fourth. She literally rapped her way through, a defiant freestyle about not being afraid of fire. The flames were so surprised they forgot to burn her.

Mia went last. She was clearly terrified, but she thought about Ember the young fire elemental and their dream of seeing the surface. She walked through thinking about building bridges, about connection. The flames recognized compassion and parted gently.

They stood on the other side, all singed, all sweating, all alive.

The Magma Collective erupted in cheers—whooshing sounds of flames rising higher in celebration.

"YOU ARE WORTHY!" Ignis Rex announced. "The volcano accepts you! Tonight, we celebrate! Tonight, we make history!"

"We just walked through fire," Mia said, slightly dazed.

"Add it to the resume," Sori said.

"The resume is getting really weird," Bella observed.

"Our entire lives are weird," Jisoo said. "Come on. We have a concert to prepare for."

They had walked through fire.

Now they just had to perform in it.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER FOUR: THE LAVA LAKE CONCERT

(Where AETHER discovers that performing over molten rock is exactly as terrifying and spectacular as it sounds)

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