Lava Fields

Jakob uses those seconds well, lowering his claw to the obsidian and tapping against it with the tip. There is a brief rumble before a wall of liquid, living stone spring up before him, wrapping around him in a hemisphere that directs the radiant wave of heat off to each side, sparing him a painful, burning death. He doesn't have much time to do anything else but hunker down behind the wall for now and wait for the dragon to run out of breath.