Silas stepped into a vast chamber, his eyes immediately drawn to the gaping pit that dominated the center of the room. The acrid smell of sulfur assaulted his nostrils as he peered into the bubbling lava below. No obvious path presented itself across the treacherous divide.
As he contemplated his next move, a sudden hiss drew his attention upward. Holes materialized in the ceiling, unleashing torrents of molten rock that plummeted into the pit. Just as quickly as they appeared, some holes sealed shut while new ones opened, creating an ever-changing pattern of fiery columns.
Silas prepared to take fly across the pit. He launched himself into the air, confident in his ability to navigate the aerial obstacle course. However, his assurance wavered as a hole abruptly opened directly in front of him, disgorging a stream of lava that nearly singed his face.
