At level seventy-one, she plunged into the Earthblood Chasm… a yawning fissure where the planet's molten heart flowed in rivers of fire. Platforms of blackened rock drifted above the magma, rising and sinking unpredictably before crumbling back into the flow. The heat radiated upward in waves that seared her lungs with every breath.
Stonehorn Behemoths brought ruin with each step, their weight shattering platforms and sending them plunging into the inferno. Ogres, hardened against the flames, brawled atop the unstable terrain. Magma Fiends swam freely through the lava, bursting forth to reinforce their allies by hardening surfaces or dissolving the stone beneath her feet.
