Blue-orangish fire danced across the labyrinth. They twisted and turned along the length of the walls, along the length of the twisted arrays scattered all over the room. These flames didn't touch Tracy or anything else, nor did they break free from the threshold of the room. They simply conquered the many runes that were running through the walls like some damn ants.
'You are making a mistake,' said Martha worriedly. Her owlish eyes flickered to the left and then to the right before coming to a stop right back at Tracy. 'The goddess of magic will not be happy with this. Oh, she will not be happy with this."
"She is going to be so pissed with all this destruction, Tracy," Jacob chimed from the side. He looked terrified, but not of the fire that was getting more and more out of control. Instead, he was worried about the consequences they had to face after this was over.
Destruction? This was not destruction.
