The group descended cautiously to the eleventh floor of the dungeon, their nerves on edge as the temperature spiked with every step. The oppressive heat was almost unbearable, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of sulfur.
The walls of the cavern glowed with a sinister red light, illuminated by molten lava that oozed through cracks in the stone. The ground beneath their feet was uneven, a patchwork of black rock and treacherous magma pools that threatened to consume anyone who lost their footing.
"This is hell," Lenora muttered, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the lava. Sweat dripped down her face, her usually composed demeanor strained by the intense heat.
"I've been in worse places," Cedric replied with a forced grin, though the beads of sweat on his brow betrayed his discomfort. "But I'll admit, this is pretty damn close."
