Dante's lungs burned with his first breath on the other side of the gate.
[Floor 9: The Burning Halls]
[Format: Survival and combat]
[Objective: Reach the exit gate]
[Hazards: Extreme heat, lava flows, volcanic eruptions]
[Time limit: None]
The air was thick with sulfur and ash, the temperature high enough that every breath felt like swallowing fire. Lava rivers cut through a landscape of black stone and volcanic glass, their surfaces glowing with the promise of painful death, and ahead, stretching into the haze of heat distortion, a massive fortress built from obsidian and flame dominated the landscape.
"This is hell." Astrid shielded her eyes from the glare, squinting at the fortress. "Actual, literal hell."
"Close enough." Dante distributed the heat resistance potions he prepared, watching each of his companions drink the bitter liquid. "These won't make you comfortable, but they'll keep you alive. The effects last about eight hours. We'll need to pace ourselves."
