An absolutely stifling heat wafts throughout the area, brought upon by what looks to be a snail made of pure, bubbling magma. Billowing flames periodically erupt from gaps in the side of the gastropod's large, stony shell. It turns it's dripping, bubbling snout towards you, it's jowls drooping like bulbous drops of lava.

"Maaag...?"

The blisteringly hot Magcargo blinks at you unassumingly, oblivious to your discomfort. It shows no sign of hostility, though a small trail of fire is left behind it as it slowly inches around.