out for the glory

Approval. Erik would take it. Weren't this stranger and their companions cold? Must be that gods didn't feel the cold like men. He almost felt sad for them, for a moment. Those feelings are quickly swept away though, and the smoke that chokes the air leave the boy coughing. The crystals that irritated his throat, that left the surrounding flesh raw, they didn't like whatever was going on in the atmosphere. Hel was supposed to be cold. Had he fallen into the clutches of a trickster god?

There was no time for second thoughts. He wouldn't balk at a challenge-- this one or any. Erik grit his teeth, let go a silent prayer, and made a mad dash for the other side. Pushing himself, forcing himself forward, hackles up. Heart pounding in his chest. He has to do it. He has to make it to the other side, right? No guts no glory, fuckers.
"Speech"