The rift above the Drowned Sanctum yawned wide, a gash of molten light splitting the air. Static hummed across their armor as the energies surged. The joint force—reduced now to half its original number—stood on the threshold.
Raihan, still cradling the crystalline Core from the Leviathan's remains, looked into the blazing portal.
"The Crucible of Flame," he said. "The sixth seal."
Kain adjusted his gauntlet's calibrations, triple-checking the environmental seals. "We're getting thermal spikes. If this intel's right, what's on the other side is barely survivable."
Vera, still smudged with soot and blood from the previous fight, let out a humorless laugh. "What in this dungeon is survivable?"
Kain gave a sharp nod. "Let's move."
They stepped through.
The transition was violent.
