Neve took slow, steady breaths as she looked around. The hot air she inhaled almost stung to breathe.
It was suffocating.
She had no clue what she was supposed to do in a situation like this. What attitude was she supposed to take? Was the right mindset to simply ignore the intimidating appearance of her surroundings or should she have moved under the assumption that even a sudden gust of wind hitting her the wrong way could be fatal?
For safety's sake, she decided to go with the latter for now.
Lava burst into the air from the left and Neve flinched.
[Couldn't have sent me someplace that looked more pleasant, huh? No, they just had to send me to the dark, haunted-looking lava castle. Nice,] she sighed.
The healer took out her staff, trying to keep her guard up in case an enemy lurked nearby.
