After Jargon roared, the place truly lost stability.
The little cracks became bigger cracks. The minor issue—major issues.
Soon after, the top of the room, where Jargon and Lenna stood, trembled, and huge rocks disembarked from it. Each ranged from pebble-sized to boulder-sized, then to the game-breaking building-sized ones.
The noises arriving were akin to a mountain lion's roar. The stones that fell resembled a stampeding elephant herd. And the fear of both of the inhabitants was the hunter facing these disasters.
They might be superhuman, but Lenna and Jargon were sure they couldn't survive being buried under a million tonnes of rubble.
Even the massive-steel-constructed-pebble-of-doom collapsed under the falling beast in the guise of rocks. So what chance do they have?
However, the question was… How would they leave?
