RUMBLEEEEE!!
The heavy stone floor cracked straight down the middle under Terravarous's knees. Librarian Jovian hadn't cast a visible spell or chanted a single word of ancient magic. The old man simply tapped the wooden handle of his sweeping broom against the ground. The resulting pressure was unreal. It felt as if the domed roof of the Solaris Royal Library had collapsed and landed on their shoulders.
Ignis let out a choked, ragged gasp. The fierce royal pressed both his hands flat against the ground, his knuckles turning white as he tried to push himself up. Small sparks of red fire flickered at his fingertips, but the oppressive air nullified them out like dying candles.
"What... is this?" Ignis gritted his teeth, his broken ribs screaming in protest. Every breath he took felt like inhaling thick dust.
