The safe room, once a fortress of impenetrability, bore the scars of Keyla's unleashed power. Blackened scorch marks streaked across the walls, vivid reminders of the fiery onslaught that had raged within. The air still held a faint tang of burnt wood and singed metal, a testament to the intensity of Keyla's magic.
Several crates that once stood tall and imposing were now reduced to smoldering remnants, their contents either consumed by flames or reduced to ash. Metal struts that supported the ceiling above were twisted and warped, warped by the searing heat. The very structure of the room had been tested, revealing the limits of its fortifications.
