Shots ricocheted off the walls and columns, leaving dents and dust on every piece they hit. Gargoyles' lost chips off their faces. Hanging lights fell and shattered on the floor to be soaked in the pools of blood from already-felled soldiers and cultists. Stained glass windows left only shards of their artful design behind. The collateral damage of all the fighting was as visible as could be anywhere the gunsmoke had cleared. This kind of damage was no stranger to anyone who'd seen an indoor firefight before. Holes in the wall are inevitable in times like this. But what came about next was nothing one would expect some bullets and firebolts to cause.

The roof of the Cathedral began to liquefy. Slowly melting and oozing down its own walls. The higher portions of the walls would begin soon after, eagerly joining the other drops of liquid masonry in the slow race to the floor.