The ground beneath Ava's feet shook with a violence that threatened to tear the earth apart. Dust and debris filled the air, and the tunnel walls, once sturdy and ancient, now seemed ready to crumble at any moment. The roar of the collapsing stone behind them drowned out all other sound, a deafening reminder that their only way out had been sealed. Yet, in the midst of this chaos, there was a light—a blinding, almost otherworldly light that beckoned them forward. But was it a beacon of hope, or a harbinger of doom?
"Move!" The shadowy figure's voice cut through the tumult, sharp and commanding. He didn't turn to see if they followed; he simply assumed they would. And they did. Ava sprinted after him, her heart pounding, driven by a fear that was primal and deep.
