Farsiine looked on while wrapped in the swaths of heat from his furnace. Right and left, the group was scattering, while a foreboding feeling was beginning to set in... something was coming, something bad, but he couldnt tell what, and he couldnt shake the feeling. However, knowing that Erik was one who had, by all accounts, lost all of his previous memories, Farsiine felt that guiding him out was the best option. He turned to Drakonnan, his eyes still sharp and narrow.
"Thanks, but i will make my own way out." With a flick of his wrist, the spear leapt out of the ground and into his hands. "Dont think this is over Drakonnan. We we have... matters to discuss." With this fierce provocation, Farsiine spun the spear over his head, holding back the blizzard magic while the spear itself glowed brighter and brighter, until he dashed the tip against the ground creating a fissure in the direction that Erik had fled. He dived in, enveloped in such a mix of hot and cold air that his image became unclear, like a mirage, so that the soldiers could not see if he came out or not. He trailed Erik as he arbitrarily took various turns, until Erik stopped, looking rather confused and lost.
He walked up to him.
"I had a feeling this would happen, so i followed you. Dont worry, i've been to just about every city in northern Runeterra. We're in the northeast district of the city, the rest went east, so we just need to go south from-"
A rumbling strong enough to shake the very foundations of the city threw them off their feet. Farsiine, picked himself off and looked around, desperately trying to find the source of this new danger. To the south, what looked like an avalanche was coming down from a great mountain. But this avalanche looked... different. It writhed and boiled like a soup, and seemed to form unusual shapes... and then he realized.
"By the Scythe of Time! The elementals created a Living Avalanche! Drakonnan should have never entered this city!" He motioned to Erik to take his hand. "Come! Quickly! We must go!"