The rumbling grew louder, shaking through the walls of the Veiled Spire like a growling beast awakened from slumber. Dust poured down from above, and the floor beneath them began to shudder as if the entire structure was alive.
Ryu's grip firmed on Voidfang. The blade hummed softly, its resonance changing to harmonize with the burgeoning disruption. He met Kaelith's gaze. Her usual impassive countenance was sharpened with worry.
"The destruction of the shard must have done something," Kaelith said, her voice calm, though tight with tension. "The spire is destabilizing-or worse, there could be another defensive mechanism."
Another?" Draven yelped, his grip on the haft of his axe tightening. "We just killed a walking nightmare. What else could this place throw at us?"
