Phelypsis dodges and crashes her way through the falling cave, dust and sand beginning to make the air harder to breath, the way harder to find.  Indeed, several of the lanterns along the sides of the walls have started to be blown out, destroyed or ripped through space or simply burried under rock.  While it isn't pitch black, it's tougher to see now and the path is only getting harder to pass through, the barbarian's foot thumping against rocks and having to balance herself better just to get around.  Now even the floor seems a peril, splitting and cracking beneath her feet as she pulls the others along with her.<br/><br/>Still held in the barbarian's grasp, Sydney's body abruptly goes stiff, as though wracked with cold.  The feel of her hip against Phelypsis's face, her thigh gripped firmly is like ice for a second.  Sydney's own vision becomes flecked with blackness, little dots of darkness skating past her vision.<br/><br/><em>All of that power just below the surface it seems in Sydney's mind.  Just as she would move a hand to take the reins of a horse, Sydney reaches for it, the slick icy blackness sliding up her mind's arm, pulling her down slowly into it.  The oily feeling seems to cover her slowly, creeping into her, soaking into her.</em><br/><br/>Phelypsis looks up above her as they come to the steps, beginning to pound up when she sees a rock falling, large enough to crush the three to their deaths.<br/><br/>But the sudden darkness doesn't come.  The rock stops above her, a buzzing flickering arcane energy having burst through the room again.  Like a prison-gate umbrella the cage that formerly kept the dragon held within has ripped from the rock walls.  With desperate delicacy, Sydney is focused on the spell  as it buckles slightly under the weight, only to push the rocks back down behind the Delvers.<br/><br/><em>Below the inky oil there is nothing but rushing power, like a cleansing river of ice cold that runs over Sydney, cleansing her, bringing her consciousness back.  Her mouth opens beneath the water and she only fills with more power.  It all becomes clear, how to change the incantation, how to bend it, control it, perhaps perfect it.  Her hands burn for a moment and her eyes snap open again, the flickers of black clouding her vision for just a moment more before they fade.</em><br/><br/>With the prison now up above them, it's easier to move forward at least, though it will likely take some climbing.  The Delvers emerge from the staircase into the enormous ballroom once again, a wide crack forming across it and a cave hallway that must be the way back barely over a hundred yards away.<br/><br/>Below them in the prison the crumbling continues and the cracks up the walls show that this room is soon to fall as well.  It may be that the entire sunken city is going to collapse.<br/><br/>And with a crackle of arcane energy from the stairway that they came, the dragon announces that it follows.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>