What once looked like a snowfall of fire had turned into hail.
It came straight down, burning the tendrils that protected them. He could feel it through them, the damage it did as the small shards magically burned them.
Alexander was still tightly holding Fae in his arms, both of them look on each sides where the scenery kept progressively changing.
So much fire rained down that they could barely see the opposing walls, smoldering lines that came straight from the ceiling blocked the view.
The world in that room had turned into a fiery orange, firelight saturating everything.
Alexander looked down, Fae was unbothered by the events.
He could see her hair slightly moving with the wind as her head rested on his chest.
He then frowned.
"Wind?…"
He looked at the fire on the outside, the straight lines it once did now bending.
Fae looked up.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine."
He focused his mind once more, commanding more tendrils out of the abyss.
