After a minute of Damian desperately maintaining the barriers while keeping the water rune active, he finally let it go.
It wasn't mercy.
The atmosphere of the 40 km square dungeon floor was completely transformed. Nothing was visible. The steam now turned grey and dark ash filled held pieces of obsidian in it. The temperature was beyond absurd now; even Sulthar, T'korran were receiving constant damage. The ground-shaking impact of water into lava did not stop and continuously released shockwaves after shockwaves.
The lake of lava was like a half-filled bucket. Titanic wave going this way and that, throwing itself on the invisible dungeon walls.
The worst thing, however, after ignoring the suffocating steam, mind-numbing shockwaves, and ungodly temperature, was the constant building pressure. The dungeon floor was in a fixed physical shape; it did not give. The pressure built up and up, raising the temperature with it and crushing everything within.
