"Ah!" Banks cried out in pain as his clothes tore the closer he got to the door, he slowly inched closer and closer.
He was a mere feet away when the air around him went completely still. He was caught off guard by this sudden change but he just kept pushing forward, placing his hand on the wooden door. "I open thee!"
The chains around the door shattered and caused the doors to fling open, sending another rush of air towards Banks. Banks raised his hand and blocked the stream of air.
As the dust that flew out of the room settled, Banks looks up and what he saw was not what he wanted to see.
Glass shards on the glass, completely shattered, bricks broken and the wall collapsed in on itself. The ceiling had a massive gaping hole, shining light into the room.
The only thing that wasnt damaged was in the middle of the room, an altar that stood mightily.
"So it is true." Banks smiled sinister. "The prophet has been chosen."
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