Warja would offer him no further explanations and instead would silently continue on her way, dragging him along with her. The light was getting brighter, it's ominous glow filling the cavern more and more with each step they took. It was continuing to get warmer now and the boy was almost certain that even the ground was warming too, strange considering the only experience he had of the ground warming was when the sun shone upon it.
Then they rounded the corner, the sight before Kismet was so shocking his mouth would open and rock fall from his mouth, the noise barely audible over the thick rumbling of the lava from the glowing river ahead of them. Well that explained the light, and he supposed the heat as well for he could certainly feel and see that it was incredibly hot. Never before had he seen lava though and he had no idea what it even was. A part of him certainly had an instinct to keep clear of the strange molten river ahead of him and he wouldn't take any steps closer for now. Mismatched eyes would remain focussed upon it though he would once more question Warja. "What is it?"
