A beam of green light burst into the sky, spreading like fingers to ensnare the breach in its grasp, squeezing it together in its fist. In a matter of moments it was all over, leaving only a scar as a reminder of the horrors that had once been there. It was almost beautiful. The floating segments of the ruin fell the ground with harsh impact creating a huge dust cloud that smothered the Inquisition army. Dorian could hear people coughing and some others throwing up, for a moment it puzzled him was it because of the stress? Then it dawned upon him, he covered his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his robe, racking his brain for any spell to clear the dust for it contained the burned remains of those who originally died at the temple of sacred ashes. Never the less he pushed forward searching for the section of the ruin where the battle between his Herald and the darkspawn magister had taken place. Fortunately for him one of the pillars had fallen close to ruin allowing him to use his magic to prop it up to make an unstable ramp in the place of the destroyed stairs.
Faint calls could be heard as soldiers tried to track each other and regroup, Dorian was sure he had heard his own name called, but he refused to be distracted from his personal goal and continued to clamber up the ramp; to which he acknowledged was most likely a rather undignified sight. At the top it was still rather difficult to see through the rubble and thick cloud of dust – and burnt remains. It was settling on the stone floor and to the pariah's disgust on his robes and in his hair, this made his anticipation to bathe even stronger. He was once again forced to cover his nose and mouth to prevent it from filling his lungs which already felt as if they were burning, making it difficult to breathe. Moving forward, he heard a crunch beneath his foot, charred bones, 'What if they're his..?' Closing his eyes tightly and swallowing harshly to rid himself of the nausea building in his stomach he pressed forward convincing himself that they were from victims the first explosion. Towards the centre, beneath the scar in the sky, a figure laid covered in a thin layer of dust. As the mage moved closer he began to distinguish an object glittering beside the figure, it had a blue hue, the same aura that one of Kai's daggers had, one was still sheathed in its scabbard on Kai's back but it stilled glowed with a red aura from the rune embedded in the blade. The blue blade was still in Kai's outstretched hand with pointed to a large scorch mark on the stone surface.
