(OOC: Oh my... ^_^;; )
The moment the Sorcerer's Crown hit the bare stone floor of the cave, three things happened all at once. The first was Cordell's Semblance lighting up her mind's eye like a searing floodlight, the "treasure sense" picking up a spike of energy so intense it simply could not be ignored or shut out. This was accompanied by a ripple of light travelling out from the crown in all directions, for a half-second rendering every shadow and color in the entire cave washed out and reduced to a monochrome of pale gray and flat, stark white.
The third... was that a distant part of the cave ceiling abruptly began to melt, and a handful of empty structures between the crown and that spot of elevated rock were reduced to dry, ashen powder.
There was no sound, no thunderous roar to accompany the release of Dust energies, not even properly an explosion of any sort... it just was. It happened and, in an instant, the radiance was gone. The only sounds to be heard was the sizzling of super-heated rock at the distant end of the cave . . . and the falling crash of a rum glass followed by the anguished profanities of a pirate.
"AAAAARGH! SPLIT ME SIDEWAYS WITH A BLOODY CRUISE MISSILE -- THE HELLS WAS THAT?!?!" The suffering rant wasn't directed at anyone in particular -- Cordell hadn't even seen Solar toss the crown, as she'd been busy pouring a fresh round of celebratory rum. Even though the flash of light hadn't been blinding to the eyes Cordell nonetheless staggered to one side, eyes winced shut and clutching her head like she'd just received the world's worst migraine. In truth, she basically had; her Semblance had completely overloaded from the brief, unintentional energy release. "****!!"