Ares couldn’t help but smirk.  He flexed each pectoral muscle as he caught her looking over him.  “About as much as you are enjoying the view,” he couldn’t help but tease her.  They continued on, running into a couple more small groups of giant, phosphorescent scorpions which Ares dispatched with his usual zeal.<br/><br/>After they had been traveling for awhile, they seemed to be descending into the heart of the extinct volcano.  Very large crystal formations riddled the huge inner chamber which seemed to act as the very base of the entire mountain.  Because of the refraction, his one torch seemed to refract almost continuously within this area.  Choosing a good place, Ares tossed his flaming sword onto a crystal alcove lighting up the entire area beautifully.  The sparkling crystalline structured alighted brilliantly, sparkling wonderfully around them the way two mirrors in a barber shop could seem to duplicate images of whoever sat in the barber chair into eternity both before and in front of them.<br/><br/>It was right about then as Ares checked out some of the outermost and oddly angled sharded pillars that something would catch Calista’s attention.  She would feel herself drawn to one of the most central prisms.  In one of the glowing structures she would become more and more sure that Hephaestus was close.  In fact she would be able to identify it… feeling as if her father’s presence was radiating from it.  The longer she spent in its presence the more certain of this she would become.<br/>