As soon as the vision unfolded into a cavern, I looked up, half-expecting to see a dragon. The roof was several hundred feet overhead, no sign of anything unusual-- dragons or otherwise. The stone was dark obsidian, reflecting the orange glow of lava. The entrance was some distance behind me, girded with ancient stonework. More walls, pillars, and raised turrets rose across the cavern, forming layers of ramparts defending the far wall from the entrance. I couldn't distinguish what lay in the center, but it radiated a familiar aura.
The orange glow came from many streams of viscous lava oozing from holes in the walls. Several rivers fell in slow-moving waterfalls from cracks in the ceiling. The lava flowed through thin canals only a few feet wide, passing in gutters beneath the walls. They threaded through the cavern like streams in a garden, before disappearing into the handful of chasms lacerating the floor.
