Inside that pillar of fire, the Magus responsible for it was on the verge of death; her bloodline powers could only hold this consumption for a brief moment before the last of it expired, and the pillar of flame vanished. Her soul was spent, and she had no higher-dimensional realm to call for support; still, the damage had been done.
A massive hole, millions of miles deep and a thousand miles in circumference, had been torn in the surface of the realm. At the bottom of it, glimpses of light from the sun below could be seen through the cracks. If the flaming pillar had not collapsed when it did, it would have melted a hole straight through to the sun.
Yet the ground was moments away from collapsing, and any heavy action made upon it would shatter it, but the figures of the Flame Guards kneeling or on their faces were not considering this matter.
