Round 126

The ground rumbled again, a long groan of stone straining against stone that made both women's stomachs drop. Merrin felt her grip on the book tighten reflexively, fingers digging into the leather binding until the edges bit into her palm. Varrika was already moving before she spoke, one powerful hand clamping around Merrin's wrist and yanking her forward onto the ledge with such force that the smaller woman nearly lost her footing entirely. Dust and rock chips sprayed outward from the collapsing section behind them, a cascade of debris disappearing into the chasm below as the sound of the fall echoed through the air between the tower walls.