The floor cracks open beneath Jackstar, The Stranger, and The Witch. Stone drops away into a cold vault below, its walls ink-dark and carved with old runes that glow a sickly blue.
Jackstar lands hard on the damp floor. Dust blooms around him. The Witch sprawls near the center, breathing shallowly, while The Stranger staggers to one knee and stares at the sigils.
The Stranger
This was hidden under the tower... not a prison, a seal.
The Witch
The magic... is gone. For now.
A ring of runes circles the chamber, broken in one place where the collapse split the floor. Thin wisps of fading spelllight drift upward like smoke.
The Stranger
Do not touch anything. I need to see what this vault is holding.
The air hums faintly from deeper in the dark, as if something below the stones is still listening.
Stabilize the collapsing chamber
Learn what the vault is holding