Of course, “safety” was a relative term.
They might not be worried about falling flaming trees anymore, but Burning
Beasts prowled the halls and Tinderflies buzzed about the ceilings. In normal,
non-combustible circumstances, they might have found the Crimson Palace quite
pretty—it was large and opulent, designed like a proper castle with sweeping
staircases, long halls, and great chambers—but when every staircase was
patrolled by a Flare Spider and every chamber was monitored by a Flame Dragon,
the beauty was hard to appreciate.
They wandered through the palace for what
felt like hours, struggling to find Rogalian or at least some clue as to what
could have happened to him. It was beginning to feel like a lost cause, and
Clara was starting to complain, when Pyre suddenly heard something unusual—a
sizzling sound, like water being dropped onto a hot pan.
Following the sound, they found a spiral
staircase from which water, of all
things, was dripping! Where was it coming from? They climbed the staircase with
all speed and found themselves in front of an enormous door emblazoned with an
intertwined sun and moon.
Pyre tried to break the door down, but the
ornate construction was as solid as steel. Trying another tack, Niay used his
Augury magic on it instead and learned that the door was impenetrable by
physical means, but would open to the magic of an elemental spirit. The
spotlight was on Clara; she cast Spitting Earth on the door, and sure enough,
it blew open immediately.
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