The stone wall split.
Not a crack this time.
The fissure ran from floor to ceiling in under a second, and the two halves of the sealed tunnel entrance groaned apart and ground against each other.
Raziel pulled his bleeding palm back and fell to one knee because his stamina bar was reading four percent and his nose was dumping blood onto the reliquary floor in a fast, steady drip.
Behind him, the Royal Guard were already through the hole in the ceiling.
The acoustic vault of the reliquary turned into noise.
Steel on steel, the flat crack of Caius's Pantheon fists against silver breastplate, Aerion's voice cutting through the smoke telling his Paladins to lock their shields and hold the center line.
Raziel heard Lara shout something from the far wall and heard a guard scream in answer.
He did not look back because there was nothing useful he could do in that fight right now and he knew it.
He looked at the open tunnel instead.
