The monk found a pool of bubbling lava near the edge of the volcano and sat himself in a meditative pose - the monk clasped his hands with the Elder Sage's Staff within his arms. The monk felt ready to ask for help from the Iron Deity, "Huaaaaaa! Oh Iron Deity, I will be using your spell, Titanium Body, to defend myself against lava and debris - if you believe the magic I have trained is not good enough, please bless me."
The monk coated himself in condensed light, looking as though he was covered in a layer of chrome. The next step would be to mediate, to wait until something would try to strike at the monk. However, the waiting would be longer than anticipated and the mana used to sustain Titanium Body was slowly draining - the monk needed something to happen soon.
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