The fire would not normally have had a chance to spread so quickly without opposition. It was aided in truth by the fact that many of those in the room were likely rather engaged in thoughts about what the signs had revealed. Vexia, the seemingly ageless witch had found upon her hands the ancient sigil that she had shown few among the coven, the sigil that adorned many of the old artifacts that she kept hidden to herself. 

While she could easily surmise several meanings that the reappearance of that symbol could have, many of which she would once have longed for, there were many things to consider and also the fact that she did not particularly desire others to see that which now was emblazoned upon her hand. The combination of concern over the priestess' words and appearance of the symbol had together prevented her from reacting as swiftly as she might have. Still, even a late response from her was one that came with noticeable speed.

The masked witch thrust her arms up towards the ceiling where the roof had begun to blaze and rafters had begun to fall. The air around her began to shimmer as if seen through a heat haze and to the one who could see magic there would be several places within her voluminous robes that blazed with brilliant light. The shimmer began to spread as a ghostly murmur sounded before it suddenly lanced upwards as a dense curtain of force. The falling debris was swatted aside and the curtain of power held further falling pieces at bay as it continued to spread and press closer, seemingly in an extremely powerful but crude attempt to extinguish the fire. The casting lacked her usual elegance but seemed to be effective nonetheless. 

A single word was spat out through clenched teeth behind her mask, a single word that seemed oddly distorted and distant. "Run!"