"Vermin!" Mercius bellowed as he swung the massive sword in an upward motion that shattered the bones of four Bats at once, their burning corpses raining down into the blood lake.
A shockwave followed that impact, spreading through the chamber and causing the blood lake to respond in waves that splashed against the steps, some burning the sole of Lewis's boots.
It was difficult to do anything else but focus on the race, the race to the top. Even thinking was hard, although Percival usually worked best in times like this.
He naturally hated the heat, and here, the heat was hellishly unbearable. It rose from the blood lake like it wasn't even a physical sensation anymore.
It was purely suffocating; fully intent on stopping him from reaching the top. It baked the air in Percival's lungs and caused the metal of his dark armor to grow uncomfortably warm against his skin.
If not for his armor's Aspect, he wondered how much worse it would have been.
