The chanting stopped, Freya moved and the lantern was swung. No more needed to happen for the magical forces to start rushing through Harol's body, eager to fulfil the Warlock's bidding. One could at first see nothing, but only after two seconds the very earth itself beyond the floor spilt into two, a massive crack forming onto the ground in a matter of seconds. Nothing could stand on the way of the mayhem unfolding before the Warlock as the magic cut through the door, walls, floor, more walls, anything really, splitting the earth into this spiky chasm and pushing anyone on it's way aside. Luckily for the assailants, neither had stood directly in front of the spell, for that would have made quite a mess, tearing them into two. Now they simply flew to the side and received the scare of their life (and a bump on their heads which collided with a nearby wall).

Harol pressed his teeth together and let the magic push forward. He really had not been prepared to cast anything of the magnitude thanks to only recently waking up, but it was more or less their only chance. He could hear buildings cracking in the distance as the chasm kept on reaching out. This spell could not be stopped prematurely. It would make its way where it wanted and then halt. And in a moment it did, and everything returned to the calmness that had existed before the incident of knocking on the door. "Well", Harol managed to speak inbetween his heavy breathing, "that's our route... out I guess..." He then proceeded to sway forwards towards the chasm, but managed to change the direction of his fall and collapsed on the bed behind him. "Let me just... take a breather... guess you need your boots and such too..." He was tired. Channeling magic always took its toll. He was still amazed how well he had handled the Carnesphere in the earlier encounter. Now [b]this[/b] was what he was used to feeling like.

After a short break Harol stood up leaning on his staff and admired his handiwork. A clean cut mostly away from the city, although it did cost some poor fellow a house. He would not want to be around when they came searching for where that had come from. Harol inhaled deep and exhaled slowly, and then simply said: "We best get moving now. The chasm is really not safe to traverse as you can see, the surface is incredibly jagged so let us try and go straight to its right side. That's where we need to be after all and we really cannot jump over it. The problem with area denial I guess." It was time to leave for House Clasz. Boy would they be glad when they heard about this mess in the nearest village, that will totally help the locals trusting magic users.