The world ended in a deafening roar of crushing stone and twisting steel.
Complete darkness swallowed them.
The air was instantly choked with a thick, suffocating cloud of pulverized concrete and ancient dust. For a long minute, the only sound in the buried ruins was the ominous, shifting groan of the massive boulders suspended directly above their heads.
Arthur lay flat on his back. He coughed, spitting a mouthful of gritty ash onto the floor.
His monstrous Vitality and Regeneration stats hummed beneath his skin. The heavy impact that should have shattered his ribs merely bruised them, and even that dull ache was already fading.
He pushed a massive slab of concrete off his chest. The heavy stone crashed loudly onto the floor.
Arthur stood up, rolling his shoulders. The air was incredibly dense. He blinked, his golden eyes adapting rapidly to the pitch-black darkness.
