From the crumbling platform, he hopped over to a piece of stone barely large enough to fit both feet on. It was all a bit too much adrenaline for the morning time, his poor heart not having much of a moment to rest between this and the dreamwalking.
Just as he sought to hop to the next step as it all descended closer and closer to the surface, the stepping stone cracked.
"Wha–!?" Finn let out, finding himself falling before he could jump, waving his arms around wildly.
As he fell freely among the remnants of the colossus, he looked around for a spot to throw his dagger to, though none of it looked viable. He looked down, seeing the ground rapidly approach, considering warping down, though it was a risky maneuver.
While setting his sights on where to throw his weapon, he found the flat, stone fields below no longer coming closer. He was at a total stop, watching the debris descend instead of himself.
