(Jana's POV) "So we're supposed to drink this?" Leon says suspiciously eying the lava river. "I guess," I admit and I get on my knees so I'm closer to the river. Leon coughs as he replicates my actions. He scoops his hands into the lava and jeers lightly, "To surviving." I dive my hands in and I'm surprised that the Phlegethon is almost on the cool side. "To surviving." I agree and I bring my hands to my lips. I take a gulp and I and I immediately feel nauseous because it tastes that awful.