The sixth mountain was different from the others—as the more they climbed, the more hotter it became, and this astonished them as all three of them are powerful yet they can sense the rise in temperatyre, meaning the dungeon is laced with Fire laws.
As the group approached, the air itself vibrated with low, echoing rumbles. A steady rhythm of cracking rock and boiling magma echoed through the peaks. The mountain had a split down its center like a monstrous jaw, and within it lay the sixth dungeon: Molten Fangs Gorge.
From above, the gorge resembled the gaping mouth of a behemoth, with ridges of volcanic stone curving upward like serrated teeth. Every few moments, a plume of steam hissed from hidden vents, and flashes of molten light revealed clawed etchings across the canyon walls—remnants of something ancient and angry.
Asher glanced down at the dungeon map. "This place was once the den of a primordial beast. Something huge. Long before the war of dominions."
