His entire being screamed this singular thought, this… intent. There was nothing more he so desired, than for all the falling rocks to stop in place.
He had his eyes closed in wait, for the -no doubt- excruciating pain that accompanied being crushed to death. However, it never came. There was a silence all around him, even the Morrentor's screaming had died down.
Though, this peace was short-lived. The excruciating pain did come, however, it was not from falling rocks, but rather from somewhere deep within himself. As he fell to the ground in agony, he caught a glimpse of what was going on. The rocks were suspended mid-air, each and every fragment of rubble glowing in the same golden brilliance as much of his spells.
~Who?~ he wondered, as his vision flickered. Who did he have to thank for this?
The look on Pagan's face gave him his answer. It was him.
