The group fought against the pressure of the depths of the molten lake.
Squeezing through a crevice, Seth soon led them into a broader sea of lava, the currents of flowing molten mass could be felt as they swam against the currents.
Silent minutes passed aside from the faint hiss of toxic gasses, and gurgling of the bubbling molten depths nothing could be heard as they all focused on following Seth's highlighted path.
The worst thing that could happen to them at the moment was losing their leader's trail and getting lost.
If that happened they'd die, no question, after all even they weren't confident in their ability to adapt fast enough before this environment succeeded in claiming their lives.
A loud splash of lava clapped as Seth finally burst out of the lava, landing on land, the temperature of the atmosphere already rivaling the heat intensity of the blacksmithing furnace.
But compared to the depths of the lava stream, this was akin to a fresh cool flow of air.
