Liam, surrounded by tumbling debris and cascading dust, rapidly commanded the earth around him, creating a cocoon amidst the chaos.
"Did he really think this would be enough to kill me?"
Patiently, he waited within his improvised sanctuary until the sounds of collapsing rubble and shifting earth grew faint, indicating that the cave-in had passed.
Emerging, he surveyed the wreckage, his eyes eventually settling on the remnants of Tropical, which he methodically gathered and placed within his storage.
As he began to maneuver through the wreckage, crafting a path towards the exterior, an ominous quaking emanated from the adjacent wall.
A sudden tremor sent ripples through the ground. He barely had time to turn before a massive claw, dripping with a corrosive substance, slashed towards him.
With swift reflexes, he countered with his blade, which hissed and smoked upon contact with the noxious acid.
