The fog is thick as Igneous and the other men pick their way along the thin mountain trail. There is a 200 foot drop on their right and each step seems to take them closer to plummeting to their deaths. They tie a rope around their waists while William, in the front, uses two pickaxes to dig into the stone if they need the leverage. Lucian brings up the rear with two hand swords to do the same.
“Stay close to the wall and watch out for loose rocks.” Paolo says.
“If you guys would have let me transform, we could have flown to a wider path.” Igneous complains as a pile of loose rock tumbles beneath his feet.
“No can do, Prince. That was another condition of allowing you to come here. No transforming.” Says Lisan. Igneous has a strong dislike of this man. His obvious hostility is only mask
