The Sun God said nothing.
Alex watched as the man continuously pointed his finger toward the sea of lava, as if showing the place where Alex needed to go.
The place where his destiny awaited.
The place that the Sun God called their graves.
Alex thought for a moment, staring at the glowing sea. After a short period, he pulled out his sword. "Fine! Let's get this done with."
He flew back in. The gale strengthened, aiding him on his way inside. The cold wind began heating up the closer he got toward the lava sea, the smog growing somewhat thicker.
Soot grayed Alex's black hair by the time he got to the shore. Instead of sand, the shore was covered in a glossy layer of volcanic glass.
