As if the universe is mocking Solipsis' musings, the rooms immediately floods with magic. The dust that had been covering the tracings of the room and corridor sudden is blown away until it all levitates at waist level. At the same time, a shimmering, drifting pool of red light floods the area at the same level, expanding instantly until it engulfs your entire vision. In a flash, the light disappears taking everything overtop of the glyphs with it, leaving only the dust to drop back to ground level.<br/><br/>When you open your eyes, you are no longer inside. Instead you stand upon a small plateau, about the same size as the room from wence you came. The ground is covered in a thin layer of snow, although it seems to be far too farm for snow to properly form. Then you realize the source of the heat. Fireballs rain from the sky as far as you can see, throwing great impact craters of slush up wherever they land. All around you in the distance, great black mountain of granite and obsidian rise up to obscure your view of anything but them and the red-grey sky.