The rocks were still warm and even some glowing red. Whatever blasted these layers upon layers of solid stone and ground was more likely of a magical variety, a powerful one at that. But who could've done this kind of explosion on such a grand scale? Orphella thought as she descended down the crumbly path.
She had a lot of possible suspects that could blast away layers upon layers of stones. It could be an angry wyrm awakened from their constant use of magic. The ascending fire blast could indicate the monster's willingness to emerge to the surface. If that was the case, they're in big trouble! But fortunately, that wasn't the case. After extensively looking around and checking for signs of a rampaging fire-breathing serpent, she unable to find claw marks anywhere.
