The Mark pulsed gold beneath our clothing, once, twice.
Then the chapel exploded.
The blast hit hard enough to throw me sideways before my mind fully understood what happened. Stone cracked overhead with a deafening roar as heat and force ripped through the western wall. Dust burst violently into the air as the ancient stained glass shattered across the floor like thrown knives.
I slammed into the broken pew beside Bastián.
Pain shot through my shoulder, and the entire chapel groaned.
“Down!” Bastián barked.
But it was too late.
Another explosion hit the outer wall immediately afterward, stronger than the first. The vaulted ceiling split above us with a terrible cracking sound, and massive chunks of stone rained downward. One smashed through the altar, another crushed the pews where
