The intense atmosphere in Ilkar's quarters shattered with a thunderous crash as Karl's magical assault obliterated the door, splintering it into shards.
Karl's raw power had breached the barrier Urag had erected, and he stormed into the room with a fury that was almost palpable.
His face was a mask of righteous anger and desperation as he charged through the ruins of the door, his presence a sudden and overwhelming force.
Eiravyne's heart pounded wildly, a tumultuous mix of shock and relief flooding through her.
Her gaze darted between Karl and Urag, whose smirk grew even wider in response to the intrusion.
The sorcerer's eyes gleamed with a dangerous blend of mockery and delight as he took in the scene before him.
"Oh, how charming," Urag drawled, his voice dripping with derision. "How very… dramatic of you, Karl. Did you really think smashing through barriers and doors would make you the hero of this little drama?"
