Write about an eruption of a volcano.
I gaze into the pool of molten rock way below the surface of the world. Giant magna bubble erupt from the chambers of hell, the fingers of liquid rock searching for cracks and weaknesses within the walls of the land. Gases and debris shoot forever skywards, filling the air with scolding fragments of lava. The gods are angry, more so than I have ever known. There will be no peace until the fury is spent, until the price has been paid and mortals have once again been made to suffer. There is no escape. All we can do is watch.