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The heart of the dungeon
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You remember that woodlice are one of the few creatures that are completely immune to magic of any kind, and decide to cast a heat spell to clear a path indirectly.

You raise your wand. "Fiel fresa fusila fuego!"

A magical flame whooshes out of your wand, sending golden sparks shooting.

The flame doesn't harm the woodlice, but it heats the air, and dries it. The woodlice have no option but to retreat: without moisture they can't absorb oxygen, they would suffocate.

This leaves a path.

You breathe deeply and plunge forwards past the woodlouse army who are retreating into the still moist cracks in the stone.

After walking further down the dank, chilly passage you and Daniel come to a door made of iron bars.

Just beyond you can hear a faint murmur of voices.

This is it: the heart of the dungeon. Whoever or whatever has been setting these traps for you and Daniel must be here, at the bottom of it all.