Red.
Boiling red.
Hot- burning.
Pant! Pant!
Theo- somehow moved about.
Sweat dripping, and instantly vaporizing.
His feet burned- often blood and pus leaking.
Even the wind was scorching hot and the few sounds- were nothing but the squishing noise of the lava-
"Mend…"
His voice didn't quite come out.
But- the spell activated and eased his pain- just barely.
Sky clouded with ash- slowly falling on him, suffocating him, burning him, killing him…
Nothing but red and dark and death in sight…
Body burnt, blood boiling, heart almost stopping- he was at the brink of death- or maybe he was dead?
How did it come to this?
Why?
'Am I just going to… die here?'
***
"So, you're going to turn yourself in?"
Just the night before the eventual confrontation, Theo had a little chat with a certain woman- a woman from another world.
