"This is the main island." Azrael pointed at the innermost circle. "Niflheim is there. But the problem is Styx separates the islands, and the ice barriers too." Azrael spoke half-dejected.
"....what happened to the way?" August was puzzled by her half riddle words. Can't she just tell clearly?
"A bridge. There was a bridge long ago, connecting the both. If it's still there we can pass through it." Azrael finished her sentence.
August knew the plan was not completely reliable but that was the only hope. They need to get out of there. And when there is a will there's a way. Though in his case, his way ends up being cursed with his bad luck.
"But I don't know where it is," Azrael spoke again, thinking hard.
August gives up, they are going to die here. There is no hope for them. Where will they go on finding a bridge on an island filled with monsters ready to eat them? He should have taken survival lessons when he had the opportunity in the past.
