With a mutter of strange incantations that appeared in his mind with the presence of Octavium, slithers of fire burst from his fingertips, engulfing the ceiling in flame. it quickly spread down towards the bookcases, licking at the wood and freeing the fidgetting books within. Suddenly the thomes litered the ground, but that was not all:

The whole area alight, Jorde could now see everything clearly. A black shadow, writhing, filled with a consuming emptiness, stood in reach of the Old Man Wizard. It hissed at the flames, recoiling from them as it was about to grab Christopharius.

"oh my," said the old Wizard, peering up at the creature.

"oh my," said Jorde, more to you then the old man. The room was filling with smoke.

[i]What do we do now?[/i] he asked, [i]we're locked in a room with a creepy creature and also the room is on fire and also we're locked in and also i don't want to die!!![/i]

[@Doltboy]