When the party appeared on the magma floor, they were instantly hit with a wave of dry, face-melting heat. Sweat was leaking from their brows before they had realized what floor they were on.
"Welcome to the magma floor, everybody," Jack joked with a sigh. "Dradich, are you going to be okay here?"
In response to Jack's question, frost started to fill the air around the wyrm. It cooled the party and allowed them all relief from the overbearing heat but it never managed to form the icy armor they had seen before.
"If you hop off my back for a moment, then I can create my frost body to better protect you and myself," Dradich stated, getting everyone to comply.
A few moments later, everyone was back on top of the wyrm, glad to be cool and comfortable in the face of the heat.
"Let's be fast though. I can't sustain this forever in such a place," added Dradich.
