... Everything happened all at once. It was as if chaos had no bounds. No care. She managed to prevent the projectile from releasing its dangerous payload. But it seemed there was no avoiding it. Within her hands, the glass orb seemed to already be undergoing a dangerous reaction, growing super-heated in just a few seconds. She had no choice but to toss it away instinctively. With nowhere else to go, the glass orb was aimed into the hallway. Without great strength, the container did not travel too far. Just as two of the party, Isabella and the Unnamed, used their weapons to grapple themselves to the upper floors, a cacophony of screams resounded below. It was followed by a bright flash. The dark chemicals within, combined in a primitive slush as the container smashed open, causing a violent reaction that shook everything even more. The resulting wave of fire and hot blistering air pushed forward from both sides within the darkness. Consuming the bodies of the hashed soldiers and explosive-armed hunters, the flash flame traveled down the snaking pathway behind them, appearing to consume all. Rapidly, like a dark mouth opening, the stone tiles composing the floor and walls and ceilings began to crumble away to the powerful force. Those of the party who stood at the front and acted proactively were saved from the widening jaws, but those who were too slow slipped down into the expanding darkness. Among the endless rubble and meaningless discharge of books and sludge, the would disappear into the cavernous depth that opened now. Centuries-long gathered dust bellowed between the deafening sounds of smashed stone as the temple fell in upon itself, leaving a vast divide at the opening of the Study room. Even those standing far above would feel the effects, as bits of the wall holding the bridges between the ramparts were torn down when the Study room cracked wide at one side. This would bend the metal, warping it like a finger pressed down on a web. This displacement would cause Isabella's lunging attack to strike open air as the hooded figure teetered and plummeted between the railings in the last moment. "Ahhh!" he screamed, falling down towards the remainder of the party. His fate is left unknown as the survivors are given with a moment to act, to think, to consider. Was violence really the only option to settle things? Was this truly the only path of a 'Hero' meant to save this world? It was hard to tell who was left, as everyone was displaced in the collapse. Somewhere below, someone would feel the bite of a sword narrowing missing their head. What kind of bloke would've thrown that? And if not for their gaze upwards, they would have not been able to move in time. It seemed the temple was not finished spewing and sputtering from the open wound. Something was happening above. A terrible creaking sounded in the pitch darkness. It was like the sound of a great cage ripping apart. A large metal shard then crashed into the study, smashing a bookcase into splinters and sending a mountain of books toppling over as it settled down in a loud crash. In the haziness, other giant shapes and chunks of metal can be seen splitting apart the sea of smoke, only moments away from crashing down into the study. With how unstable the tiles beneath their feet were from only the first collapsed bridge, who knows how much more punishment the room can take? The dangling rope was their only hope to escape now. [@Rune_Alchemist][@Lasrever]... [hider]As Isabella landed, if not for her blade narrowing missing her target and sinking into the metal, she would have met a similar fate as gravity yanked her when the arches and platforms tilted and seized. Isabella would only be able to cling desperately as her extraordinary stunt left her powerless. She would be kept at a sharp angle alongside the bent bridge that allowed her neither respite nor comfort. There were a few irregularities in the intricate design of the massive arches themselves. She would be able to affix one of her feet and lean somewhat, but the rest of her body would left to hang as any other was too far away. A fortune disguised in a mistake, as some would see it. But then again, some people are terribly sore losers. Was she this type, or another entirely? Questions upon her ideologies aside, what else would she be able to do? Without any aid from another, she would be left to hang there in a limbo between ease and struggle forever. But things were never that simple. Soon, as the northern wall gave way into the darkness, some of the metal arches and bridges began rip apart and snap with vicious force. It was a deafening and deathly sound, like the moan of a metal abomination. As the warped cage around her began droop and fall, crumbling downwards, one of the metal shards slammed down on the bridge holding the dangling girl. As it dragged down, like teeth, the metal closed down upon Isabella. Unable to maneuver, it would catch her in its closing mouth. The snarled edges began to sink down into one of her thighs, slowly tearing through the muscle and coming to grate on her very bones. If she did not get help soon, it would slowly and painfully rip one of her legs. Then nothing would stop her from the pull of gravity. But who would save her? Perhaps her own distrust had finally come to bite her. Wait, there was still...[/hider] [@jerkchicken][@Lasrever]... [hider]Something much more unfortunate would happen with the Unnamed, who had landed shortly after Isabella did. They would began to slip and fall because of their fatigue, left to face a grim fate as they slid down the slide forming of metal. But unlike her, their miracle was much more punishing. In an instant, their whole arm and right shoulder was stabbed and pinned through. It was like a crucifix as they hung halfway off the edge of the towering arch. The side railings, intended to keep people safe, had now been contorted and formed a jagged net that snaggled the limp soul. How considerate. It was a painful way to hang onto life, as literal in a sense of the term, but they had no other choice. It might've been fine if that was their only punishment. But soon they would feel their flesh tearing, the railings acting as hooks. Without any control over it, their very weapon had been turned to a heavy, cumbersome weight. Their bones and joints creaking as the anchor slowly slipped further down the sliding arch, as if tugged by a deadly invisible fisher. [i]-Snap[/i] Already, there goes one bone. In another moment, who knows what else would break? Only Dwyn, who had recovered enough strength in the time between was able to properly act. Aside from keeping herself stable upon the wobbling platforms, what would she do now? Who would she choose to help first?[/hider] ...