The bolt caused a lot of things to happen in short order. First, it stung like a motherfucker. Second, it swept away those magic chains like a gale-force wind. Then, it turned your chestplate - made of the same antimagical metal that Twilight’s cage had been made from - into nothing more than smoking, red-hot shards of shrapnel with the accompanying, frag grenade-like BANG. Finally, it blew you through the balcony facing wall as well, but you being you, you expertly roll out onto your feet not all that far from where Twilight had been blasted instead of landing in a heap like she did.