No stone unturned

He halted at Ignita’s hurried warning, and then moved carefully forward, looking at the strange cracks she had seen in the earth. His frown grew, and he knew beyond a doubt that he didn’t want Ignita to attempt to jump that gap. He was not about to lose her to this strange land.

Gritting his teeth, he nudged Ignita, a little forcefully, on the shoulder. “Let's look for a way around.” He said, debating the sensibility of turning around, and leading her back home. He wanted and needed to explore, but he needed Ignita safe more. The whole damn world could burn for all he cared, so long as his Ignita made it through.


"Basilisk Fatalis"