A shockwave rocked the cathedral as we made our way to the entrance. The walls shuddered, fractures appearing in the mortar between the masonry. Dust rained from the rafters, and long, jagged cracks spiderwebbed through the stained glass windows. I yelped as a chandelier crashed to the ground, strafing my wards with fragments of shattered crystal.
Another blast shook the building, and Borealis trilled, urging me onward. He lifted from my shoulder and hovered over my head, allowing me to adapt to the occasional tremors in the earth without his weight throwing me off balance.
My lungs heaved by the time I made it to the entrance. Ice coated the broken remnants of the doors, sealing them to the ground. My feet carried me onto the slick stone before I realized and all sense of control vanished. My feet skidded across the chunks of wood and steel, tripping over every step.
