"Are you sure about this?" Asked a voice like cooling lava.
Magni's parents—massive, flame-wreathed beasts of varying shapes and smolders—watched their son with glowing eyes. The air shimmered with their heat.
One of them, his mother perhaps, draped in molten metal robes, reached out a hand that resembled a cracked furnace.
"You know the human world is cold to your kind," she said.
"I've never minded a bit of frostbite," Magni grinned, puffing smoke from his nostrils. "Besides, it's not about comfort. It's about learning. Helping Hermes. And maybe understanding what makes people like Ymir cling to their humanity so tightly."
A pause.
Then his father nodded solemnly. "Then go. But don't lose yourself trying to understand others."
The family erupted into cheers—boiling, fiery roars and volcanic belches of support.
