Debris!

Beneath the rubble, the darkness was absolute. Dust danced in the stifling air, seeping into even the tightest spaces between the stones. Cassandra, Daniela, and Belatrix huddled together, protected by the dome Strax had erected in the last moments before the explosion.

Inside the improvised cocoon, the crimson light of blood magic blended with the icy blue glow, casting a ghostly contrast in the claustrophobic space. Strax knelt at the center, his hands outstretched, veins bulging along his arms as he channeled every ounce of his strength to keep the shield intact. His breaths were short and heavy, but his eyes remained fixed on the dome's ceiling, where the pressure of the debris continued to grow.

"Strax..." Cassandra's voice broke the silence, trembling but laced with concern. "You can't hold this forever!"

"I can, and I will," Strax growled, the muscles in his neck taut as more energy poured from his body. "None of you are getting hurt."