The deeper they went, the more humid it became. At some point, geysers appeared, spewing scorching hot water into the air.
It was starting to feel like a sauna in there, and the ones with water attributes began cooling the entire party with sheets of ice.
Other than that, the expedition handled everything the dungeon threw at them.
Glowmoss Crawlers, no matter how many there were, broke against the shield wall. Stonejaw Salamanders that spat heated stones were blocked by the mages and split apart by Cassian's light-coated slashes. Rootbound Stalkers that tried to drag people away had their cores splattered by the knights and mercenaries.
The formation worked almost flawlessly.
The vanguard held the line and hacked everything that got close to pieces.
Archers and mages punished anything that moved.
Healers kept burns, poison, and cuts from becoming serious.
