“The gift of the fire of the world isn’t held here.” She inclined her head toward the direction of the volcano, which Spike knew lay a decent distance from whatever this structure was. “This is merely where you will be judged as worthy or not. The Elders are the guardians of the mountain, and it is their gift to grant access or not. The ceremony is yours alone within old Ignis.” She winked at him, “Though I feel you already know that. Even I still get chills around him even though it’s been years since I felt his call.”