in the ruins ((open))
Over the ruins of Hat Shore, Lezard Valeth hovered. Levitation allowed him to cross the seared and acid-sodden patches of ground without damaging his boots or soiling the hem of his cloak.
His sorceries had already dismantled what remained of the dome that had formerly barred the reality-show set from the grounds beyond. Even Lezard could not have availed against its enchantments, when it was whole. The breach imposed by the terrorbear had robbed it of its power, and now the protean substance was malleable to the mage's whims.
He made of the dome's remnants a gelid stuff which he could shape without touch, waving his wand like a conductor to meld the flows. Soon the area was dotted with castles and stalagmites, spires and crystals.
What should he do next?
His sorceries had already dismantled what remained of the dome that had formerly barred the reality-show set from the grounds beyond. Even Lezard could not have availed against its enchantments, when it was whole. The breach imposed by the terrorbear had robbed it of its power, and now the protean substance was malleable to the mage's whims.
He made of the dome's remnants a gelid stuff which he could shape without touch, waving his wand like a conductor to meld the flows. Soon the area was dotted with castles and stalagmites, spires and crystals.
What should he do next?