Kraven looked up to see himself trapped between the embodiment of fire and a water serpent. He saw Sirik standing nearby, exhausted on his feet. The human began running toward the drow, before Drache even cast her warning. He tackled into Sirik, laying his body overtop him, and exuded his power as hard as he could around them both. The deluge from the serpent neared Drache, powerful enough to crush her into nothingness.

The fiery woman watched a pair of fiery arms point out in front of her, and felt every single ripple of wonderful, raging heat pass through her soul. The amount of power she had right this moment made her feel like a god, as if anything could be burned by her. And all of that power surged forth out of her in a single, spinning white hot ball of flame. It shot toward the blast of water, striking right in the center of it. The water didn't splash away, nor put the fire out. It evaporated instantly. The ball was not slowed in the slightest by the blast, until it passed right through the open maw of the creature and struck its core.

The resulting blast was intense, the concussion blowing Drache backward hard. Sirik could see multicolored dusts swirling everywhere as latent magicks hit Kraven's protective barrier. The blast of water and fire and raw magical energy passed through the cores of the lesser elementals, triggering smaller explosions of water magic. The sound was deafening, chunks of rock and temple falling away. Drache would feel the creature telling her to head for the pit, to the dead heart. 

She would see Kraven was now up, carrying Sirik, and heading toward the exit, and that the many boulders and debris falling would make it near impossible for anyone to reach the other. 

Down in the pit, Laurel was seated cross legged, a bright red, intact core in her lap, that she was cradling and caressing. Before her was a single glowing red crystal. It was about the size of a small child's fist. Laurel paid no mind to it, talking to the core like a baby. [color=f6989d][b]"You're Spark. I know you're just sleeping. Rest easy my love, I'll take good care of you."[/b][/color]

The gem was dimly glowing, and if either of the firespinners touched it, they would feel themselves being drawn far to the southwest, too far to travel any time soon. The gem could be dislodged easily. Drache could feel her elemental weakening, [color=f7976a][b]"I... rest. Flow tunnel.. lead out..."[/b][/color] Then he slipped into his core that would succumb to gravity if allowed. At the far end of the bottom cavern, across the cooled molten lava, would be a flow tunnel that lead out into a cliffside.

Back up on the surface, Sirik and Kraven could be found sitting around the dwarf entrance, heads slumped in their hands, in total silence and exhaustion. They were so sure they'd lost their two friends, and for nothing gained.