When the Giant Thrall collapsed dead flat on the ground raising a gust of dust and debris, the foot that was blocking the lava fountain was inevitably moved. A geyser of molten rock, like an overflowing manhole cover, began pouring lava once more into the altar square filled with corpses that once hosted the Zhorion crowd.
Jake hadn't really been able to question the identity of the Zhorion controlling the Thrall when he heard footsteps and yelling coming toward him. When he turned his head behind him with a raised eyebrow, he recognized the few surviving prisoners who had managed to escape his lava rain.
