The dungeon stretched before him, shifting in ways that defied nature itself.
What had once been a stone-carved corridor with stone guardians now opened into something far more treacherous.
A sea of molten lava bubbled ahead, its intense heat distorting the air.
The cavern walls glowed with a deep, ominous red, cracks running along the surfaces like veins of fire. The very air was suffocating, thick with the scent of burning rock.
Rem stood at the edge of the infernal lake, arms crossed as he assessed the situation.
The lava churned, swallowing the remains of broken platforms and debris like a living beast.
There was no clear path forward — no bridges, no stepping stones, nothing but an endless expanse of liquid fire.
Lava to be exact.
But Rem didn't hesitate.
With a sharp motion, he raised his hand, and a surge of soul energy pulsed through the air.
