The island shuddered again beneath them.
This was not a gentle tremor.
It came as a violent, grinding shake that made the entire island lurch sideways. Cain's stomach dropped as gravity pulled at his body. For a moment, he thought he would fall, but Steve quickly reached down and grabbed at him.
"Damn. That was close." Steve breathed a sigh of relief.
"Move!" Cain shouted as he struggled to his feet and began sprinting toward where Lyos was panicking, flapping his wings erratically.
Steve didn't need to be told twice. The researcher clutched his helmet tight and ran, his usual composure completely abandoned in favor of the pure desire to not die.
Pudding had already disappeared back into the {Beastmaster's Subspace}, its panic overriding everything else. That alone told Cain how bad this was. Pudding had survived in some of the most hostile environments imaginable, and even the creature knew it had to fleez even if it had to abandon itself master in the process.
