The Floor 10 portal dissolved behind them, and Nathan stepped into the heart of an inferno.
The chamber opened into an immense volcanic arena, its fiery dome soaring high overhead. Rivers of molten gold snaked through the black stone, bathing the cavern in a hellish amber glow. Beneath the party lay a lone platform of polished volcanic glass, suspended above a vast lake of lava that disappeared into the darkness beyond. There were no walls to retreat behind, no pillars for cover—only a single battlefield surrounded on every side by an endless sea of fire.
The air rippled beneath the crushing heat. Even through their Winterhart cloaks, the temperature pressed relentlessly against their bodies, the enchanted fabric shimmering as its protective runes struggled to keep the inferno at bay.
At the heart of the platform rested the Pyre Wyrm.
