Escape from the Collapsing Caverns
The world around us was crumbling.
Fissures tore through the walls, and the ground beneath our feet heaved violently, throwing us off balance. The deep groans of the earth filled the air, punctuated by the deafening rumble of falling rocks. Every heartbeat brought another crack, another tremor that sent more debris raining down from above. There was no time to think—only to move.
“Keep moving!” I shouted, my voice hoarse and raw as adrenaline surged through me. Every breath felt thick with dust and panic, my lungs burning as I pushed myself forward. This wasn’t just about surviving. It was about carrying everything we’d fought for out of this collapsing cavern.