"Please," he gasps, heaving and desperate. "My father is dead. Smarmy - "
The prince is just a child, really. Your heart aches for him as he cries.
"Gh- Ash! I know you're here, lurking. We need you!"
You wait a moment, but there is no response. You don't have time for this. "Run, child!" you bellow, shoving Jim toward the woods. "We can find help here. How attached are you to your soul?"
He is shocked and silent, but such drastic measures will not be necessary. Lava sails over your heads, striking Smarmy. Ash's horn cools in the night air. They stare at you and Jim. The prince's knees buckle under his weight. "Let's get out of here," you bark, and they snap to, galloping after you as you plunge into the outskirts of the night woods.