The ground in front of you suddenly catches fire, bursting into flames that burn hotter than anything you've ever felt before.

Everything around you becomes sweltering hot, like a furnace had just kicked into high gear nearby. It suddenly felt like a blistering summer’s day all around you.

And with a flash, someone appears in front of you.

It’s a slightly petite, small person wearing a loose, baggy black tank-top and baggy white harem pants, with black boots. The tank-top has fire decals painted on.

They had on giant goggles that obscured their eyes, the lenses glowing like twin suns. Their hair was a literal flow of fire that flickered ferociously above their head like a flaming maelstrom.

Their skin glowed with a divine orange light, and their face was plastered with an enormous grin.

"I can't believe that old fart FINALLY let me come down here!" The figure cackles, bellowing a loud laugh that crackles and pops like red-hot embers as they cross their arms in front of their chest.