The ground trembled beneath their feet as they sprinted through the volcanic tunnels, the heat building behind them with each passing moment. Elara's mind raced, the weight of the Essence of the Everflame in her hands a constant reminder of the peril they were in. The eruption had begun in earnest, and the Cradle of Flame was collapsing.
"We need to move faster!" Nyssa shouted, her voice cutting through the rumbling chaos as she darted ahead, agile and swift despite the ground shaking beneath her. Her daggers gleamed in the dim light as she cleared a path through the wreckage.
Elara pushed herself harder, feeling the strain in her legs as the walls of the volcano seemed to close in around them. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning rock. Behind them, the eruption continued to roar, and the distant sound of collapsing rock sent waves of dread through her.
