The floor didn't just crack.
It gave up.
Stone groaned once—low, deep—then folded inward as the chamber collapsed into itself. The ground beneath them broke into slabs and falling debris, the entire space tearing downward toward the abyss below.
Don moved before thought finished forming.
The world fractured into trajectories and failure points. Falling stone. Spreading vines. The ruined tunnel ahead—half-buried already, its mouth choking shut as more debris slid into it.
No clean exit. No safe drop.
'Only the way we came,' he thought.
"TRY AND MAKE A WAY OUT!" he shouted.
Then leapt.
Stone vanished under his boots as he bounded from one breaking slab to the next, momentum carrying him forward as gravity clawed for purchase.
His hand snapped out—telekinesis flaring—and a falling mass reversed direction mid-drop, blasting upward hard enough to hurl Starboy back into the air instead of down.
Another chunk followed. Then another.
Don didn't slow.
