A moment later Zain was across the thin mirror veil and standing on an outcropping shaped very much like the finger of a giant. It was six feet across, twenty feet long, and pointed at the unconquered sun at the present moment. The sound of the nearby volcanoe is faint but the smell of sulfur mist lays delicately on the nose and the brim of where the lave bubbles is faintly visible in the distance.<br/><br/>Peering down about a hundred feet, there are slowly shifting sands at the base of this mountain. The path down is visible but darts ever to and fro.