Even with bodies that could withstand entire mountains collapsing on them, they dared not let the magma touch them as this magically infused magma could deplete their durabilites in seconds.
However, while it was hard to clear, the rewards were also higher.
Remember when Evan was talking about getting to Level 785? Yeah, he hit that shit twenty floors ago.
"I'm guessing this dungeon doesn't go much deeper, I can't sense any more floors below us."
"Finally! We're done!"
Such was the conversation between Arthur and Crim as he flew through the air while Crim ran along the walls.
At floor fifty, the challenges took a brutal turn as they no longer had the luxury of solid ground.
Instead, they found themselves navigating a vast river of molten magma that carved its way through the dungeon.
With no platforms to walk on, they were forced to either run along the walls or fly, their movements balanced on either side of the molten flow.
