In the meantime, the situation on the estate's mountain was nothing short of traumatic.
On the populated market slopes, the world turned ninety degrees... One moment, the monks were shopping, and children were playing between stalls; the next, gravity became their enemy.
Rumble!! Rumble!!
The stone-paved streets cracked, sending people, carts, and livestock tumbling toward the cliffside... buildings made of wood and stone broke apart, sending debris sliding over anything in their path.
A tea house at the edge of the market was sheared off its foundation by the debris and slid into a grocery stall before both plummeted into the white abyss below!
Uprooted trees, some hundreds of years old, were ripped from the ground, leaving their heavy roots to flail in the air as they crushed anything in their way.
The atmosphere was charged with the smell of pulverized stone, dirt, and the screams of hundreds.
