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The whole mountain vibrated. Gale felt a wash of sheer magic. She knew it immediately: the eruption!
They were too late. They could not survive a full eruption while on or in the cone itself.
She ran for the exit, boosted by the growing force of the eruption, which was shoving the entire chamber outward. She envisioned the magma, gas, smoke, ash, and pyroclastic cloud jamming up the throat of the cone, like a monstrous male emission, forcing it to expand. In a moment it would blow off the top of the mountain and vent into the sky, blasting everything in the vicinity. She felt both its awesome physical and magic power. She was but a fly on the surface of the bomb as it detonated.
Still she ran, determined to get as far as she could before it blew her to oblivion. She came to the cave entrance. There was Throe. She had almost forgotten him. His feet were destroyed, melted away by the lava. He couldn't walk. Even if she could get free of the cone, by some miracle, how could she save him too?
The cone fragmented. Gale felt the overwhelming force of it shoving everything ferociously away.
She whirled and threw herself down on Throe, clasping him, trying to protect him from the dreadful power of the blast. She knew it was a pitiful gesture, but it was all she could do at this stage. Neither of them had any chance of survival.