With the ground shaking, Rose screams in terror as her easel tips over, along with her paint, ruining her artwork, but also having it splash onto herself and her clothing. A large pillar crashes some twenty feet from her, throwing up dirt and sand into her eyes. Coughing and moving through the cloud, the art fairy stumbles over a rock, but manages to keep her footing. As the cloud of dust slowly dissipates, the blonde slowly turns around to look at the landscape a sad frown on her face. "I wonder if all the students and the Winx are alright." She coughs, slowly limping back to town.