A vortex of magical energy and a wall of blindingly white light filled the cavern, all but consuming the half of Meranax bowed over the treasure mountain. Their only saving grace from blindness was their relative cover thanks to their location. Meranax’s roar of pain caused the cavern to shake, treasure to rattle and shift, and at least one other mirror to shatter off in the distance. The massive dragon fell back, clutching her eyes, from which emerged two massive plumes of smoke between her claws. She crashed back bodily onto more treasure, sending avalanches in all directions.