That ever-present tingling practically dragged him to the side of the mountain, like some strange dream occurring in the waking world. Minutes and hours passed with a few blinks, and before he took a heavy breath, he was before the side of Ignis’s jagged surface, claws shaking as the mountain rumbled. So, he moved slowly between the rocks of Ignis’s surface, crawling to an opening in the side of the volcano. Occasionally, he hopped between pairs of overhanging rocks, hiding beneath their shade when he could. From his preliminary scanning of the mountain, the crack in the surface was the only entrance. With each step, it came closer into view and taking in its appearance and the implications of where it did lead, a discordant thought suddenly struck him. 