It was a several-ton weight of dark steel diving from through the atmosphere, carrying Emery and the other magus hurtling toward an inevitable, devastating crash. The impending doom stirred a flurry of desperate actions within the steel coffin as each individual rushed to cast spells and invoke abilities to stave off their end.
A diverse mix of enchantments manifested in response. Some cloaked themselves in protective buffs, their bodies glowing with ethereal armor. One chose to surround themselves with a water spell, cushioning their form within a shell of shimmering bubbles. Another lashed out at the confining walls with an energy blade born from their arm, seeking an escape route from the impending disaster. Amidst this chaos, Emery unfurled his nature spell, filling the vast cargo space with hundreds of delicate root-like tendrils that interwove into a cushioning mesh.
"Brace yourselves!" echoed a foreboding warning.
