"What was that?" Haruno asked, her voice tinged with panic.
"An earthquake?" Karim suggested, though he didn't sound convinced.
"Whatever it is, it does not sound good to me. We need to hurry so we can get out of this place soon as possible," I said, my heart pounding in my chest.
Our tools, a haphazard collection of picks, hammers, and chisels we found cluttering around seemed woefully inadequate for the task at hand. As we set to work, it quickly became apparent just how formidable the Aetherium was.
"I can't believe how hard this stuff is," Karim muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. He swung his pickaxe with all his might, only for it to bounce off the mineral without leaving so much as a scratch.
