The doors pushed outwards, carried by the spreading wave of wooden flooring clicking together as it spread across the ground. At a wave of Belladonna's hand, sections of the wooden flooring burst upwards, as towering pillars sprouted from beneath the wood like trees growing thousands of years in a second.
The pillars, wide enough that if you wrapped your arms around them your fingers would only reach the half way point, grew until they were over ten metres tall, before their tops started to spread outwards.
Wooden boards sprouted from the pillars like tree branches, growing more and more of their kin the further they spread as they formed balconies and an entire second floor level to the grand structure Belladonna was creating.
She slammed her hand down, grabbing hold of the flooring in front of her and ripped it upwards, tearing a rectangular section up that contained a hidden bookshelf beneath it, and with an upwards throw the bookshelf rose to eight metres tall.
