The ground beneath the pit began to crack and quake, the tremors growing stronger with each passing second.
Jolthar wasted no time. He turned and leaped onto Maelruth, his drake; it was ready to leap forward.
As the cavern threatened to collapse, Jolthar urged Maelruth forward. The drake sprinted toward the cave entrance, its claws finding purchase even on the unstable ground. Behind him, the roar of crumbling stone and the dying shrieks of the abominations filled the air.
They burst out of the cave just as the ground gave way, the entrance collapsing in a cloud of dust and rubble. Jolthar didn't stop, pushing Maelruth to carry him further from the site.
The others had gathered a short distance away, their faces pale and etched with exhaustion and fear.
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The explosion in the canyon was nothing short of catastrophic.
