Round 187

The corridor collapsed around them—concrete dust exploding outward as tons of debris cascaded downward. Jeane slammed her palm against the door frame opposite Halie's mirror brace, maintaining structural integrity just long enough for all three to escape through the now-exposed maintenance shaft behind them. The wardstone pulsed again—louder this time, feeding off the collapsing structure and the desperation of its escaped prey. They scrambled down the emergency maintenance tunnel in darkness, water up to their ankles from burst pipes, until Silra's enhanced vision picked out the emergency exit door at the end.