Kimberly and I quickly move away from the massive gap left by the collapsed staircase. We had thought that, after seeing us jump, other familiars would follow our example... but they didn't. Only a handful dared to leap, desperate to escape certain death under the unending strikes of those small winged demons and... damn, I can't even look. Their bodies hit the ground with sickening thuds, flesh and bones shattering on impact—blood and entrails splattering over us.
Others, those with better control of Vis energy, managed to survive—if you can call it that—with severe fractures in their limbs. And finally, those who jumped last made it out unharmed, using their companions' bodies to break the fall.
Soon after the bodies, debris starts to rain down from above—probably the result of part of the ceiling giving way—raising a suffocating cloud of dust and rubble that burns my lungs and stings my eyes.
