[GM Post]

Asevor was close, oh so close to safety. His enchanted necklace was plan overwhelmed by the sheer amount of hailstone coming, and that proven to be his undoing as the artifact failed to properly redirect the arrow mixed amidst the projectile.

It barely strayed from the initial trajectory, practically exploding right next to the invisible old man and showering him in shrapnel. A pained gasp escaped his lips as he tumbled, crashing into an undignified heap in the first floor while leaving splatter of blood on the way. With a shaky hand Asevor tapped into another ring, hairline crack spreading through the inset opal as a wave of rejuvenation coursed through his body. With a pained cry the burns were replaced by new skin while the shrapnels were pushed out, though the lingering sense of pain still shook him oh so terribly.

Still cloaked in invisibility, the archmage started tracing another tesseract. Yet if anyone could see him, it was plain that his hand were shaking and the progress were much slower than before. The crystalline barrier that previously took mere seconds to form may now take so much longer, perhaps enough for someone to take advantage of it?

Above, the inner working of the metal box was revealed. It was a mess of toppled furnitures and a slightly bruised young man that nervously stared at the crack, barricaded on the far corner behind a toppled table and what must've been one of its wooden leg brandished as weapon. The box, from within, looked like just any other room but every time a drop of rainwater seeped in the whole edifice flickered off to reveal the cold metal laden with enough glowing runes to make one dizzy just by perceiving the entire thing. Part of the runes were glowing angry-red, centered on the popped corner and snaking just a fraction of an inch further every second. To the uninitiated, it was a concerning sight. To those skilled in runeworks, they'd probably figure out that it's a trigger for some sort of dead-man switch inbuilt somewhere into the workings.

As for the direction of the switch? Well, the bottom looked suspicious. The flooring was slightly taller than it should. Whatever's powering the construct, it's almost certainly buried down there.

Outside, the hailstorm intensified. Even the wooden stable started to buckle from the constant drop, not to mention Cedar and Jazdia who still remained without any roof over the head. Seeking shelter immediately seemed to be a wise course of actions.