The rumbling didn't fade as the group began to move.
It rolled through the tunnels and expanse in uneven surges, not a single shock but a continuing grind that crept through the soles of their boots and into bone.
Dust sifted from the ceiling in thin curtains, tapping against attire and shoulders. Somewhere deeper, stone cracked under pressure—dull, stressed sounds that never finished breaking.
Starboy slowed first.
He hovered a fraction off the ground without realizing it, eyes glowing faintly as his head turned from wall to wall. "Is something else coming?" he asked, voice raised just enough to carry over the noise.
Don didn't answer.
He was already moving, stepping around a collapsed rib of stone, one hand brushing the tunnel wall as if feeling for a pulse. His eyes tracked the curve ahead where the passage widened again, gaze locked there like he expected it something to pop out.
