The enchanted canvas of the Illusorium, despite being wreathed in magical green fire, was ripped wide open.
A massive, ten-foot gash appeared in the wall, revealing the dark, humid, blessed night air of the Verdant Gate outside.
"OUT! GO, GO, GO RIGHT NOW!" Lucas roared, shoving a panicked civilian out of the way.
Gallahan threw himself through the flaming gap, hitting the dirt outside and instantly spinning around, his sword raised to defend the breach.
Boris didn't slow down.
He lowered his shoulder and bulldozed his way through the burning canvas, bursting out of the emerald inferno like a cannonball, hitting the muddy ground of the market square with a heavy, earth-shaking THUD.
Lucas was the last one out, tumbling through the gap just as the green flames surged forward, attempting to seal the breach.
They were out.
The cool, humid night air of the jungle city hit them, a shocking, beautiful contrast to the blistering heat of the tent.
