There's No Mercy

Áskell took the grunt and nod as an answer to his question. Spirits… spirits again. Something in him told him to turn back. The scars on the inside of his front legs burned at his memories of the previous year but something stronger drove him onward. He already felt himself detaching from the physical world, what could it hurt to travel farther into the spiritual one?

Áskell followed the strange wolf through thick and horrid smelling smoke, coming out on the other side to a fiery and hellish landscape. A chasm of lava with a perilous bridge stretching across. The wolf motioned for him to cross it. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Áskell approached the bridge slowly, carefully reaching out a paw to test the nearest plank, checking to see if it would support his weight.