In a chamber rapidly filling with lava, several floating individuals frantically attempted to unlock the sole exit located in the ceiling above, their faces contorted in panic.
Carcel was also part of the group. He had gone into a building next to a statue of a man with wings, but after he successfully completed the first three chambers of the trial ground, he was suddenly tossed into this place, where he found many people caught in this dangerous situation.
"It's not opening!"
He cursed under his breath, frustration evident as he kicked at the exit. Beads of sweat streamed down his entire body as he glanced at the encroaching lava, edging closer to him and the group.
The air was scorching hot as panicked voices and bangs filled the chamber, but the exit in the ceiling didn't even budge. Carcel wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes and joined the group again to tackle the exit.