Susan sat in a well decorated room with no windows. The room had a door, but it was oversaturated with enchantments meant to keep her locked in. She had been here almost since the beginning of the Trial.
She wore a long, flowing, pristine priest robe. She was the symbol of inaction as she sat there, meditating. Suddenly, her eyes flickered open.
She stared towards the door,
"Finally..."
Her eyes began to glow as cracks began to appear on the door. The enchantments all around the room were summoned to repress any form of magic, but with sheer ability and volume, she was trying to overpower it.
If it had been any other person, they would exhaust themselves ten times over, and they still would be unable to do this.
Susan continued this for a few seconds until the magic circles couldn't handle it anymore. Cracks raced along the floor and ceiling stretching out to the door before it finally exploded in a shower of sawdust.
