The Floor 6 portal sealed behind them, and the tunnel narrowed, pressing in around them.
Nathan's [Hunter's Insight] flared, threading the darkness ahead. The corridor was exactly as he remembered it—walls weeping molten rock, ceiling dripping fire, the air thick with the skitter of too many legs. Magma Crawlers boiled through the shadows, their segmented bodies glistening with volcanic secretions, venomous mandibles clicking in the dark.
Last time, this floor had been a death trap. The tight quarters, the ceiling ambushes, the paralytic venom that had nearly cost them Garrett. They'd cleared it, but it had been desperate.
This time, Nathan knew exactly what to expect.
"Garrett, keep an eye on the ceiling," Nathan called. "Elise, ice up the walls. I don't want anything dropping on us. Mirko, funnel formation. Same plan as Floor One."
