As long as they passed through this door, they could follow the downward staircase to the outside world. With the complex structure of the wandering crossroads, even those from the Order Bureau would find it hard to catch up with them.
Norm stepped forward, a violent tremor shadowing him. He abruptly looked up, the source of the tremor coming from above, continuously pursuing them.
Earth shook and mountains trembled.
The buildings let out an eerie cry; there was no talk of designers or engineers in the wandering crossroads. Every building here was an illegal construction. So-called earthquake-resistant design was non-existent; this was merely a sandcastle shaped out of steel and mud, teetering on the brink of collapse under the vibrations.
Finally, like thunder striking, a deafening roar completely shattered the ceiling above, sending concrete, metal, and wood collapsing and disintegrating.
"Stop! Reid!"