He used the magma around him, and the liquid rock responded to his will. The molten material began to push upward.
His right hand pushed against the magma beneath him, and his body erupted from the depths of the crater.
Jack's legs extended with full force, his arms driving him out of the liquid rock with the certainty of something that understood its own physical capabilities.
He rose from the magma with droplets of molten rock cascading off his body.
Magma dripped from his face. The molten material had melted his armor in places, had seared away the slag crust he had formed, but his skin remained intact.
The heat that would have reduced a normal human to ash didn't touch him. His immunity to fire magic rendered the magma nothing more than a temporary inconvenience.
His black lightning crackled around his form as he ascended.
