Chapter 98: The Magma Chambers

The dungeon, as Soltair had often called it, began in the colossal circular chamber centered around the crystal. Two towering iron doors loomed on the far side, standing as the only way forward. Commands filled the air, directing the army into formation and allowing Riven a few minutes to study the crystal.

A path cleared as I moved toward the archmage, soldiers parting respectfully with lowered gazes. Hushed thanks lingered in the air, a symphony beneath the commanding voices that reverberated around us.

Riven glanced up as we approached, offering a welcoming nod. His forearms were adorned with intricate magic circles, composed of countless runes. Threads of magic sprouted from the circles, tying them to the surface of the crystal. He stroked his chin, eyes locked on the crystal for some time before dismissing the spell with a sharp nod.

"It seems we need only touch this to be sent outside. I wonder why the demons are unable to do it."