Lava Fields
Jakob laughs heartily, a strained sound coming from throats who treat such jovial things as foreign tones.
Slapping the obsidian with his tail, it shifts and heaves below him as a hookfaced beast rises up before him, made of the same flowing stone that the wall he summoned was earlier. The tar-like substance can crash into that instead of him as he moves back and weaves another quick enchantment over his own flesh, the effects of which are not yet visible.