It was pretty hard to walk around.
Lava was getting in the way.
Not only was it burning Theo's feet- sometimes it was rinsing off the flesh too…
The high spirit stat was a boon and Theo could easily heal or even regrow them with help from potions… but-
He didn't care.
Even if he had to walk on bones-
He moved forward.
Not towards the marshes- no.
Rather-
Towards the center of all this.
The hole pouring out lava, before him…
The hole in the far, far distance.
And no, Theo didn't know if that was really a hole or something else.
He just knew- something was pouring out the lava-
And he had to go there.
No, he wanted to go there.
He wanted to find a meaning to this place-
Wherever this place even was.
It might take ages-
It might take a minute-
He might even be nothing but bones in the end-
And yet-
He just moved forward.
