The temperature was skyrocketing, and I continued to struggle, sinking ever deeper into the levitating island of rock. What the enemy didn't realise was that I was doing it on purpose.
How deep do you think this goes, Gwenvere?
Maybe fifty or sixty feet at the most. Though you're assuming that they won't collapse the spell when they realise-
-When they realise what I'm trying to do.
I panicked as the lava started to dry up below me, then I began to wriggle and use my feet like they were shovels. Though it didn't take long before the scolding liquid flashed to orange clay, and if it weren't for my barrier, I'd have been suffocated in an instant. I tilted my head back, watching as the grey vale disappeared behind a landslide of dirt.
Jake, I don't know whether I'm glad you didn't take their offer or if I'm mad that you've dug yourself into a deeper hole.
