Roland hit the ground in a dull heap once the magic had dissipated, barely keeping himself from cracking his head wide open on the stonework. All was sensation and survival for him at the moment. The dust kissing his skin and the rough floor grating on his forearm. The weight of his armor and tired body pulling him toward the floor. But he willed himself to look up as Iseldis attacked the witch, and he witnessed what he thought was a miracle. 

Eruvar had answered their prayers! Iseldis's stab through the witch, and with the liquid movement of a trained professional, she lopped off the Dark Elf's head. The burning body fell in tatters, like a charred tree that had buckled under its own weight from the gnawing flames. Roland just then realized he had been holding his breath, and he gasped and coughed. In the background, Gareth began to call out. 

"Are you both alive!?" He cried. "Hello?" 

"Aye!" Roland said weakly, but he spoke no more to the man as he crawled toward Iseldis, who had fallen to her hands and knees. Grimacing, he pulled himself up beside her and smiled tiredly. "You did it," he told her, unable to keep the humor and excitement out of his voice. Around them, the room cackled with bits of electric jolts from the ruined contraptions, and the glow of the crystals that lit the stone was still very unwelcoming. But none of that matter to Roland at the moment. 

They had made it through the underways and had survived, against all odds. And what's more, they had succeeded in their mission. 
[@Luminosity]