Akasha yells at Blackbird McAllister to get clear of the moss mat as she summons the hottest burning fireball she can muster. Akasha hurles the fireball at the base of the moss.
Instantly the mold is dried and begins to catch fire, as does the dry floor boards beneath. The two Shadow Gaurd are trapped between two intense and growing infernoes.
Blackbird McAllister manages to move out of range just as Akasha's flames ignite around the Shadow Guard. He is still close enough to look into what should be the face of the Shadow Guard he was fighting. The thrashing and agony one would expect is missing, the ceature makes no movement at all.
Suddenly, the shadow filled cloaks hold their form for a moment even though the darkness once filling them had vanished. Then the cloaks flatten onto the moss mat and quickly ignight in the intense heat.
"Uh... how much charge did you put in that burst of flame?" asks Blackbird as the heat becomes too intense to stand near. As he backs away, the solid wooden floor below him groans. "Akasha... back... up... slowly..."
The two begin to take steps away from the flames - which have now engulfed the floor boards and taken on a life of their own. Before they are able to retreat to the relative safety of room's walls, the floor begins to pop and snap. Massive support beams explode in the chamber below and rip a hole in the floor.
Without another escape, the adventurers tumble through the flames, and down into a dark chamber filled with still more books. Above them a ring of fire burns at the edge of the thick floor that once supported them.
A dark chamber is illuminted from above by a ring of fire. Every side of the room appears to be covered in books, scrolls, and tomes. The floor of this chamber is solid stone - which may indicate the party has reached the lowest level of the Hall of Genealogy.
Books, scrolls, and tomes on all sides. Pillars are toppled over onto shelves, no longer of service to the massive support beams destroyed by fire and the collapsed floor. Against the remaining pillars are metal torch rests, perhaps one still holds a snuffed torch.
There are no other people or creatures in the area.
No visible exists are immediately apparent.