Death Mountain

Fragrance Notes: Firewood, Sandalwood, Cedar, Earth

You've never felt as far away from home as you do now.

The scorching heat of the volcano is almost too much to bear, but you can't quit now. The door in front of you opens and you barely make it inside the room before it slams shut behind you.

The hammer you possess weighs heavy in your right hand, beads of sweat now pouring down your face. The smell of ash, embers and wood engulfs you as pieces of the platform you're on begin to sink down into the lava.

A dragon bursts from where the platform once was, and you can only think to do one thing.

Swing.