The ceiling of the chamber was more than twenty meters above, far beyond the usual limits of Alicarde's ability. He felt the strain as he pushed his power to its utmost, crushing the stone above and finally breaking through to the asphalt. With a final, immense effort, the night sky was revealed as debris began to rain down.
Screams erupted from the captives as chunks of stone and shattered metal fell toward them. Despite his growing vertigo, Alicarde used his power to catch the debris in mid-air, suspending it before it could do any harm. The chamber rumbled, and the air was filled with the acrid scent of disturbed earth and dust.
"What the...what is happening?"
"Take cover!"
"Shield your heads!"
Alicarde felt a wave of dizziness as the strain of maintaining his power weighed heavily on him. He summoned Wrath, his bicorn, and mounted it in one fluid motion.
"Everyone, gather around me."
