Like a puzzle of blocks, the pieces of the shattering ceiling began to descend to the sea of treasures beneath it. Large ones appear like giant boulders falling from a cliff and down to the river that receives it. The quakes became stronger, and if one looked closely upon the gaps and cracks in the ceiling, they could see a green surface sliding in like a giant tentacle.
Roots, Colahn concluded. The answer soared deep into the core of his mind. Tree roots. They are drilling into the temple.
"Moulin!" Colahn turned his head to the youth beside him, gazing above and wearing a look of surprise. Colahn warned, "We have to leave now!"
