Some wanted to scream when the lava appeared, casting a hellish glow, the heat and burnt-stone stench of it striking him like a blow. His initial plan, to take shelter against the thicker walls around the stairs, was not enough. Not remotely enough.

"B-both of you, I can carry you both," he stammered, reaching out a hand for each of the girls. When he spotted the mask, though, he stared.

"... Give me that."