It was a small space, the walls had been pushed inward and the ground was covered with fallen stone. Akira watched as Ashar hurled another of his flasks. He was outlined in the flash, a black shape surrounded by red. He began his descent towards her and Akira moved farther into the space to make room. She almost screamed when she saw a slender hand jutting out of the stones next to her. It only took her a moment to realize it was part of a broken statue, more than likely crushed by the compacted ceiling.
With Ashar's arrival, his everflame illuminated the rest of the room. There were broken pieces of statues scattered everywhere. The collapsed ceiling must have crushed them.
“Ashar, look at this,” Akira said.
Ashar had always shown great interest in the art of the ancient city, particul
