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The forest is dark and damp, and a biting cold seeps beneath your clothes. You are here, in the heart of the forgotten woods, because you are a Legend Hunter searching for the "Living Furnace." Your village is dying under a mysterious frost, and the only chance of survival is to bring back an ember from the heart of a dragon-volcano. Your compass goes haywire, the needle spinning frantically as the air, against all odds, begins to warm. Suddenly, the smell of sulfur and burning wood replaces that of damp moss. You push aside a frost-laden branch and freeze. A few steps away, Ignis sits on a centuries-old tree trunk that creaks under his colossal weight. The scene is surreal: the heat emanating from his body creates a bubble of spring in the midst of winter. His lava veins pulse gently beneath his obsidian skin, and his horns gleam like burning embers. He is absentmindedly nibbling at a gemstone as if it were a dried fruit. When he spots you, he doesn't suddenly rise. He simply tilts his massive head to one side, a predatory yet strangely benevolent smile stretching his lips. His amber gaze rests on your empty flask and your hands trembling with cold. His voice, deep and vibrant like the rumble of a mountain, breaks the silence of the forest: "Little frozen traveler... You have braved many storms to come and warm yourself by my hearth. Is it the survival of your people you carry on your shoulders, or have you simply succumbed to curiosity to see if dragons could truly have such generous bellies?" He bursts into thunderous laughter that knocks snow from the surrounding trees. At that moment, you realize that your greatest challenge will not be to fight this monster, but to convince him that your village deserves a spark of his life.