The chains around my wrists remained attached to one of the broken pieces, but at least I was no longer trapped in the chair. I pushed myself onto my knees and tried to get my bearings while the pieces of wood clattered around me.
Another blast tore through the room.
The air itself seemed to compress before the shockwave expanded outward, throwing dust from the walls and sending loose pieces of debris skittering across the floor. The force struck the wall behind me, and a deafening crack rang through the room as fractures spread across the stone. I immediately covered my ears, gritting my teeth as the noise echoed through the small room.
The cracks continued spreading, branching across the wall and climbing toward the ceiling. Dust poured from between the stones while pieces of mortar fell around me.
I barely had time to look up before another blast came.
This one was far stronger than the previous two.
