They ran outside the range of the collapsing treasure horde, which was made worse as Meranax thrashed in her blindness and fury. The more she thrashed, the more treasure she scattered, the more her fury grew, the more frustrated she became in her blindness, and the more she thrashed. Eventually, she started raising her maw skyward and unleashing gouts of flame in frustration, which burned several of the priceless tapestries, causing the fire to spread to several of the drier treasure chest piles, and threatened to melt away the wrought iron framework of the cavern’s ceiling which held the magical light-giving crystal in its cradle. Indeed, the flame passed over the crystal several times, the crystal audibly straining in the heat. Slowly, the cavern was being turned into an oven.