He barely notices as the host stumbles, falling into a crevice lined with blue. She scrambles against the sides of the thin ravine, clawing her way out, but the ice tying itself to her hair weighs her down. At the other end of the ravine, covered in glowing cracks and belching blue smoke, is Mount Malkiz, screaming in otherworldly voices.
Phoenix tears through the library, entire shelves thrown asunder in his wake. No one ever recorded that the mountain was on a Leyline well.
The library goes dark for a split second, the foundation rocking like a boat at sea. As the lights flicker on, he looks over the library, the few non-cult staff remaining on their knees and waiting for death, the cultists scattered throughout hardly doing better themselves. Another shockwave rocks the library, taking out the lights completely.
Blue cracks spiral up the walls, up every staircase, glowing dimly and screaming for mercy.