Hearing Wyatt closing in, Vyan was left with no choice. He skidded to a halt and exhaled a big puff of air.
With a swift motion, he turned and thrust his hand upward. Heat surged through his veins, pooling in his palm like molten iron. With a snarl, he unleashed a torrent of fire, blasting a hole in the ceiling behind him.
The stone groaned and cracked, crumbling in on itself with a deafening roar. Dust and rubble cascaded down, sealing the tunnel off in a thick wall of debris.
The dust and smoke burned Vyan's lungs, but he had no time to linger.He spun on his heel and took off again. The exit was still way off. He had a long way to go.
Behind him, he could hear Wyatt curse, his voice muffled by the freshly made barrier. Vyan hoped that would be enough to stop Wyatt from chasing him.
However, little did Vyan know that Wyatt was a different kind of beast who stopped at nothing.
