If You're Going Through Hell

Natha's eyes, usually so keen in low light, were struggling to pick up the terrain around her as she descended deeper into the dark cavern. Around her was the overwhelming smell of earth and within her was the stirrings of claustrophobia. She hadn't meant to go quite so far into the cavern but her curiosity had gotten the best of her. This cave was curious. As Natha went farther down rather than getting cooler she noticed the air started getting warmer. She emerged from the cavern into a vast cave system and before her was a flowing river of fire, a stream of molten rock. Her heart started to race. Had she some how gotten below a volcano? Or perhaps she'd found that the roots of Mount Volkan traveled farther than anyone realized.