Cold deep breaths broke through the heated atmosphere. Luciana is nearing her end. Her frosted hand trembles as she reaches the top of the ceiling, trying to push it to create more space for her. The lava almost engulfs the whole room...just a few minutes and Luciana would be burned. Her head lowered closer to her knees as she adjusted the ice which she's sitting on, higher away from the red lava. She muttered an 'ow' as her head bumped into the ceiling. She's done for, there's no more space for her. If she continues to go higher, she'll only be crushed by the ceiling.
She looks at her frosted hand that became even frostier when her cold breaths blew on it. She can no longer use her ice attribute, if she forces to use it more, she might meet her maker. Although she still has abundant mana, her body is no better than a fragile glass of water.
'I have no choice...' She thought. 'I'd rather die doing something than just sit here pathetically.'