Forged in the heart of Mount Cinder, the Magma Core was no ordinary golf ball. Legend whispered that Hephaestus, the smith god, angered by a string of bogeys against Zeus on the Elysian Fields Golf Course, hammered his frustration into a molten sphere. Each swing with the Magma Core became a spectacle. It trailed smoke like a comet, occasionally igniting patches of overly dry celestial rough, much to the chagrin of the groundskeepers (minor deities tasked with keeping the cosmos pristine). One fateful match, Apollo, using the Magma Core, launched a drive so powerful it not only reached the green on a par-5 in one, but also scorched a perfect putting line directly to the hole, ensuring an eagle and eternal bragging rights. It is now said that those who dare to wield the Magma Core must possess both incredible skill and a profound respect for flammable hazards.