"Is it just me or is the sect building really leaning on us?."
An inner disciple with some sense of humour asked out and the situation was clear. The lower floors of the building were crushed under the weight of the building and it picked up acceleration.
Before the disciples recognised the 'gravity' of the situation, elders shouted out at their maximum to disperse. Finding that they are only seconds from destruction, everyone scattered.
But, how could they? Since they were pressing the beasts back into the dungeon, none had reserved their strength. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought of a necessity to disperse while holding onto their precious lives.
'All according to the plan.'
