Darius let out a bitter, shaky laugh. "So that's it, huh? We're all going to be buried alive." He gave a short, humorless chuckle that sounded more like surrender than sarcasm. "Wonderful."
The atmosphere was grim now, thick with dust and the quiet dread of people who suddenly wondered if their lives had meant enough. No one spoke, but the silence was heavy with regrets, dreams left undone, words left unsaid.
Nnenna felt the weight pressing down on her chest, not just the collapsing arena, but everything else she hadn't yet made right. Was this really how it would end? Unconsciously, her gaze drifted toward Arthur… then away again. This wasn't the time. It couldn't be.
She forced herself to focus on the debris, scanning every inch as if sheer will could open a path. But she didn't notice she wasn't the only one lost in thought.
