Violent subterranean tremors rippled through the foundations of the registry hall, showering the staging platform in powdered mortar and pulverized shale while the guards braced the open doors.
The great vaulted archway leading into the lower transit corridors began to shear along its primary stress axes, shuddering under the immense tectonic load.
Nari planted her feet firmly upon the shuddering flagstones, extending twin claws of crimson spatial mana to brace the buckling lintel overhead.
Hajin stepped immediately beside her, locking his second and fourth celestial rings into an interlocking vaulted canopy that absorbed the falling masonry.
"The structural anchor points are shearing at the forty-meter mark!" Lucan shouted through the choking dust, clutching his precious charts against the gale.
"If the lintel drops, the entire descent corridor will collapse into a hundred thousand tons of crushed bedrock!"
