Stepping into the seventy-fifth level, Eleanor knew exactly what to expect. She stood within a vast cavern that stretched ahead like a tunnel, a faint dot of light glimmering at its far end. Her Night Vision activated, revealing the fractured ground beneath her… small tears that rhythmically vented geysers of steam, each burst resembling a poisonous fireball. The stench of decay and sulphur filled the air, a foul blend of rot and brimstone that made every sense scream in protest.
Last time, at this very stage, she had faltered… her composure shattered by fear and disgust. But this time was different. She had prepared her mind. Activating the Eye of Wisdom, she felt ignorance, illusion, and desire fall away, her thoughts clearing until she was utterly detached from worldly distraction. The stench still burned her nose, and the fumes stung her eyes, yet none of it could shake her focus.
