The chamber floor gave way with a deafening crack—not a simple break, but a catastrophic structural failure that sent shockwaves through the ancient stone. What began as hairline fractures rapidly multiplied into a spiderweb pattern of destruction, each line glowing with dangerous energy as centuries of magical containment failed simultaneously.
"Hold on!" Elara shouted, her eyes blazing with inner fire.
She raised her arms skyward, and crimson flames erupted from her body in a spectacular display of arcane mastery. The fire didn't simply appear—it spiralled outward in complex geometric patterns, each strand of flame moving with intelligent precision. The heat was so intense that falling debris vaporized before it could reach them, turning to ash that danced through the inferno.
