When MacDonald started to climb the stairs it was clear that he wouldn't just get passed that heat in a normal way.
So he used the buxur spell and ran as fast as he could.
The spell was magical...it felt as if MacDonald just transported his body from one place to another. In a fraction of a second he stood on top of the stairs and he hadn't even felt the heat.
MacDonald continued his journey down to the center of the earth, or at least that is how it felt.
After several hours he reached a large open space which looked like an old throne room with a throne carved out of the lava stones and a relief behind it.
While he was admiring the relief a ghost appeared to him who looked like an old viking leader. With a thunderous voice he welcomed MacDonald. "So this is the stranger my men are afraid of. Not much of a man if you ask me."
"These were once true men and warriors", the old man said while the relief came alive. "And if you truly are the man who is supposed to send us in oblivion. I dare you to get passed this hall."
MacDonald started to laugh: "Am I supposed to be afraid now, or what? I have met far tougher challenges than you. And by the way, you cannot hurt me, I haven't got the disease, and even if you could hurt me, this buxur makes me so fast, you can't even keep track of me....so I spit on your men, and your threat, you whimsical apparition , get back to the dead, and leave me to fulfill my quest."
The moment MacDonald spit on the ground the throne and the ghosts disintegrated. "And these are the ghosts who are supposed to oppose me....They run away when I just spit at them? Looks like this mission is gonna be a holiday, if you ask me", MacDonald said while mimicking the voice of the old ghost leader in a sarcastic way.