Vita was no stranger to heat. The fire of life coursed through her veins, perhaps more intensely than most, but this was just downright unorthodox. The cracks in the magma radiated a heat that lapped hungrily at her polished hooves, a silent threat, a not so secret desire to have the crust shatter beneath her and swallow her entirely… This was something she’d started to beco...

This was the first time Vita had made the trek this far down into the dungeons depths, and though she’d never admit as much, the waves of heat wafting off of the flowing lava under their hooves, the faint snarls and rattles of beasts unknown to her… it brought a new layer of nerves to the usually steeled mare.  The Earthen Furnace was nothing like anything...

Kendall and Tuesday stand close together. Kendall draws his eyes across their new surroundings with awe, thrilled by the sight of the crowd of shades. How could such a thing happen? Who are all these ghosts - if they even are ghosts? Perhaps they are mere illusions, or some kind of memory of the place itself. Tuesday, meanwhile, eyes down the shade in the arena with them warily. She does not share Kendall’s sense of...