The island started falling while they were splitting the fortress loot.
Dante felt the shift before anyone else did, a subtle change in the gravitational pull that made his Core hum with warning. The sensation was familiar in the worst way, a memory of Floor 47 where three of his original team died when a sky-fortress collapsed around them.
He grabbed Ravenna's arm and pulled her toward him just as the first tremor hit.
"What—" she started.
"Move. Now. Everyone move!"
The fortress lurched sideways. Ancient stone groaned as cracks spiderwebbed across walls that stood for centuries, and somewhere deep below them something massive gave way with a sound like the world breaking. Dust billowed through the corridors, and the floor tilted at an angle that made standing upright feel like a struggle against nature itself.
