The rumbling didn't fade.
It grew.
Stone screamed as the chamber shook harder with every passing second, the tremors stacking until the ground felt unstable beneath their feet.
Cracks raced across the floor, splitting and branching as rocks tore free from the ceiling. Dust surged up in choking waves, swallowing the light from the sphere until even its glow vanished—leaving only darkness and motion.
The rocks never hit the ground.
Vines caught them.
Dozens of them twisted upward, thick coils snapping and wrapping around falling debris, crushing stone midair as if it were nothing. Others lashed blindly, carving through dust with violent arcs as they searched for flesh.
Starboy barely dodged one that tore through the space his head had just occupied. "What now?!"
Don didn't answer right away.
