held her hands up about three feet apart. “Probably very old and very ornate, with the fuel inside. I’m guessing you magical-types will be able to sense it before I do.”
We made our way into the center of the Spire, but I was beginning to think that there was nothing to be found except rubble and detritus. I was just about to voice my opinion when we came to what appeared to be a dead end. Kewyn walked up to the wall, I was able to discern shapes from beneath a thick sheet of ice. The door under the ice was all too familiar.
“I knew it,” I barely heard Kewyn whisper before she turned to us. “I’m sure this is what you’re after, isn’t it, dragon?”
I glanced up at Levent, who frowned deeply then walked passed Kewyn to examine the door himself. It was covered with such thick ice that the designs of the stone door were distorted and danced when I moved. I wondered how Levent intended to get through it before the answer became obvious.
Fire.
He pressed his gloved hands to the wall, standing perfectly still in concentration. I bit my tongue, hoping Rio and Kewyn would do the same. After a moment, there was a barely audible cracking sound and the air seemed a little warmer around us. Suddenly, the half-blood cursed and raised his arms toward the ceiling, making me look up.
The ceiling of the hall was covered in sharp icicles, and the heat the kin was generating was not only melting the door, but everything in the room. If these icicles fell, it would not be just a bruise to worry about – they could kill if they struck right.
“Scale it down a bit, dragon!” Rio yelled before he ran to the wall and began to press his own magic into it to keep the ceiling from coming down on us. Kewyn and I backed up a few paces.
I watched the ice on the door slowly thin and melt away, revealing delicate carvings that had seemed so strange when I saw them through the distorting sheet. Once a sizable hole had been made in the ice, the dragon-kin stepped back. Rio let out a long breath and promptly walked over and hit Levent in the back of the head. The kin just turned and looked at him with a frown.
“Be a little more careful next time, eh?” The half-blood scolded before walking forward. The hole in the ice was still not big enough to open the door.
“I wonder if they have any pick-axes here,” Kewyn mumbled, looking around