"Ack!" A graceless sound escaped Neve's trembling lips as she landed on the next hovering platform, her unsteady feet landing on the very edge of it. Her arms flailed and Neve's body tilted backward slightly. Out of the corner of her right eye, she looked down and saw the lava lake below.
Using that potential of agonizing death as motivation, she willed herself to move forward and fell on her chest, hugging the platform.
[I hate this,] she thought, nearly crying. [I hate this so much.]
A few platforms ago, she'd come to one simple conclusion.
Whoever designed this dungeon has to have been harboring a deep loathing for mages. One that showed itself in the layout of this section.
