Ethan was less than pleased when he found himself back in the flaming plains. He had gone from talking to a horse, to a wooden cabin to a meeting with supposed 'gods' and now he was back in a flaming hell hole.
The heat pressed down on him instantly, thick and suffocating, as if the air itself wanted to burn through his lungs. Flames licked across the ground in the distance, sending up bursts of smoke that curled like serpents against the blood-red sky. Ethan clenched his fists and swore under his breath.
"Fantastic. Just what I needed. More fire," he muttered. His boots crunched against the brittle, blackened soil as he forced himself forward.
Ethan trudged forward, muttering curses at every step, when a sudden gust of hot wind swept past him. The flames ahead parted, and from within the haze, a familiar silhouette took form. Hooves struck the ground with a heavy echo, and a pair of ember-red eyes pierced through the smoke.
The horse was back.
