The air is so blistering that every breath feels like swallowing molten lead, while the roar of the rising lava drowns out your party's desperate shouts.
These ancient seals act as magical pressure valves; if you fail to activate all five simultaneously, the mountain will vent its fury in a world-ending cataclysm.
There is no time for caution or cover—only a mad dash across the searing basalt before the stone beneath your feet turns to liquid.
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