Light it Up!

An Unceremonious Introduction
Prometheus trudged on, feeling more and more uneasy. Since Vance had collapsed, passing out from his own spent stamina and depletion of Ethernano he had felt a sudden restoration of his own depleted stores of power. Even his injuries were completely reverted as if some outside force was willing him with urgency to push forward. It was only thanks to his very deep pockets that he had another change of clothes to don, walking down a hole he carved through the cavern. Guided only by his Slayer senses he began wandering around in the dark, guided only by the embers from the glowing hole.

After what felt like an hour of dim light, he lit up another cigarette and began to smoke. Igniting his palm he continued to rise up in elevation, some unfamiliar scents starting to drive him closer to an unknown destination. Whatever this mad scheme that brought him here was, he intended to see it through to the end.

"First I see the impossible, another Fire Dragon Slayer," He began to think as his eyes shifted to the illuminating passageway of stone and moist puddles. "Now my power is restored and my health is rejuvenated. Someone is playing a game here, and I don't like not being told what's the prize or even a lack of invitation. Gonna clock the bastard behind this right in the face if I see him...or bitch, I'm not picky at this point."