Quick question: have you ever had the fine opportunity to look up and see a ball of fire the size of two cities coming down upon you without any place to run to?
If you have, then… how the heck are you alive right now?
Anyway, the wizards of the Underworld Magisters, from the Unranked Apprentices still trying to form their first spiritual core to those at the 8th rank who formed the elders group with power beneath only Master Volud himself, were all of the same accord at this moment.
"We're going to die!"
"Nooo! Save me! Save me mommy!"
"Spare me, spare me! I am willing to join the Celestial Arcanists!"
"Stop! Stop right now and we can let this go!"
"No, I don't want to die! Master Volud save us!"