[Red Dungeon - Dragon Hell.]
[Difficulty - Hell Rank.]
WHOOSH!
The sensation of teleportation was instantaneous and disorienting. One moment they were in the cool, climate-controlled Dungeon Hall; the next, the air itself seemed to be on fire.
Carl, Grace, and the rest of their teams appeared in a flat, charred landscape that stretched endlessly to the horizon. The ground was a mosaic of blackened rock and glowing veins of magma. Without warning, the earth groaned, and geysers of lava shot up from the ground into the air, arcing like liquid fire before crashing down, bathing the ground in a splash of fire and destruction. The heat was physical, a heavy weight that pressed against their armor.
".....?!!"
The group of ten stood frozen, staring at the view before them in pure shock. The sheer hostility of the environment was unlike anything they had prepared for.
