There was another great blast, the sound of rock crumbling all around—he sensed somehow that they were sinking. The manor creaked and swayed and groaned but stayed largely intact, and there was a prolonged, violent lurch downward. He felt it like a swoop in his gut, felt his feet leave the ground for a fraction of a second before coming back into contact with the ground. He had to brace himself for the impact, reaching out toward his wife to protect her with his magic, but she again seemed unaffected by what was happening around them, standing easily under all the ongoing destruction.