Ivis's question hung in the air, still thick with the fine dust and suffocating smoke from the recent impact.
The enormous crater that had formed beneath their feet was irrefutable proof of the magnitude of the fall.
Small fragments of rock continued to detach from the dungeon's cracked walls, falling to the ground with a sound that only accentuated the dense silence and the palpable tension of the moment.
The smell of ozone and burnt stone flooded the place.
Ryan walked toward Helen with slow steps, crunching the rubble beneath his boots, not bothering to answer the dragoness for the moment.
His eyes rapidly scanned the destroyed surroundings, evaluating the material damage and verifying the status of the rest of his party out of the corner of his eye.
"I cannot ignore the fact that you intended to harm my lady. Did you perhaps believe she would die if she fell from that height?" Ivis intervened, breaking the silence.
