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With little more to do in the architect's playground of nothingness, Sartr proceeded to hop on the crystal. With a powerful thrust, he found himself at breakneck speed, heading straight to his bare slate that he will call his home. He had little idea on what was ahead of him, or what he will find, but he knew one thing. Any who dare stand in his wake, will be burned to cinders. None shall survive his wrath.

And when the flame god finally landed on Galbar, all he could see was a flat, desolate bed of blackened rock. Sartr simply stood there motionlessly - his arms crossed together - as he observed this bland place. Despite the large island's decent size. there was nothing but the black ground and the ocean beyond. This realm was completely empty. It had no substance, no warmth, no defining features. It was simply bland and cold. Even the water vapor that surrounded Sartr made him even more aggravated.

This world won't do. Not in the state that it is.

The Fire God must have his own personalized place to call home. And he knew the best gateway to get there. The giant lifted his foot, already enraptured in terrible fire, and with a thunderous bellow he smashed through the rock with a powerful stomp. The immediate shockwave rocked across a several mile radius - perhaps reaching other nearby settlements - before the ground began to violently underneath. Large pieces of stone erupted from the ground, producing huge sharp crags while a huge mountain dwarfed everything in the nearby vicinity by many kilometers. Yet as it ascended farther into the sky, large holes exploded from its side, revealing a fiery liquid that bursted outwards like a leaking fountain. And once the mountain reached its full height, its peak suddenly collapsed in on itself as magma erupted from its center. 

This would become Galbar's first and (currently) largest volcano - the mountain of fire. 

[center][b][color=f26522][-7 FP - Gateway Created][/color][/b][/center]

Huge balls of lava rained down upon the island, spreading upon the land and collapsing into the sea, with more flowing down from the crater. Sartr was taken back by this magnificent sight, flashing a visible smile of glee as he begins to ascend it. He could feel the pouring lava flow down his fiery body, seeping into him a newfound strength into his divine soul. He absolutely reveled in it, taking a second to just let it run down his arms and legs before continuing his ascent. In fact, he didn't need to continue climbing with his limbs as his whole body dissolved into the flowing liquid. There he ran up towards its spout, where it finally took again his humanoid form once at the top. 

The flaming god looked down into the crater, revealing a swirling vortex that acts as the gateway to his realm. He leaped off his high perch and fell into the wormhole, becoming one with the molten magma while waiting to reach the bottom. He was in no rush however, as he let his body drift within this molten liquid. All of his problems and anger merely melted away. He truly was in utter bliss. Yet once he finally reached the bottom, he was greeted to yet another barren land - one only illuminated by the lava that spewed from the volcanic gateway. 

Sartr was truly now within the foundations of his new sphere.

Once again, the molten god stomped his foot to produce more volcanoes and large crags, all which dotted the landscape as they discharged their fiery magma onto this virgin land. Then Sartr proceeded to slam his hand on the ground, where giant cracks in the ground made their way through the harsh rock and crept up on several nearby volcanoes. The lava would then pour into the cracks, effectively making lava rivers that melt through the firma. The landscape was in chaos, yet once the initial craze ended, there lied Sartr's ideal world. A world bathed in fire and ash, just how he liked it.

He would call this world... [color=f26522][b]Muspelheim[/b][/color].

[center][b][color=f26522][-8 FP - Created Muspellheim][/color][/b][/center]

And it was his to rule.

There was still more to be done in the future, but for the meantime Sartr was satisfied with his sphere. With that, he carves a small crater of lava and proceeds to dip his body into the boiling substance. For now he shall rest and enjoy his time within his own world that he created. And above him, his volcano - the Gate of Muspell - will slowly, day by day, expand as every eruption spreads its lava all the way to the sea. There the lava hardens and turns into obsidian, slowly growing the island ever so slightly.

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Sartr lands on a large island and creates a gateway in the form of a giant volcano. [-7 FP]
He then descends into the volcano and reaches his barren sphere, where he officially creates Muspellheim. [-8 FP]
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