There's No Mercy

The guide shook his head but then paused and seem to agree. Rather than simply gesturing the correct path the guide scruffed him like a pup, carrying him down the bridge and shooing him into the cave. It was obvious he was dealing with some sort of spirit. The speed at which the wolf moved, the way it seemed to shift, growing big and strong enough to carry him like a pup. It was unnerving.

He peered into the cave, a large stone room, with a rock surrounded by lava. Some how he just knew the guide wanted him to reach that point. But how? The path forward was even more obscure here. Áskell turned once more to the guide. "I am uncertain how to reach that rock. Do you think I can make that jump?"