The rumble in the chamber became a grinding groan. A crack split the ceiling, and Lin Tian knew he had seconds. The legacy room was burying itself, and him with it if he stayed.
Move!
He lunged from the dais, the glow from the stone tablet dying as he left it. The only light now came from faint, dying crystals in the walls. He sprinted for the black stone door, which was slowly sliding shut. He slipped through the narrowing gap just as it sealed with a final, echoing thud.
He was back in the maintenance tunnel, the narrow passage feeling smaller than before, its low ceiling pressing down on him like a weight. The air was hot and thick and heavy with the reek of sulfur that clung to the back of his throat with every breath. The stone around him was warm to the touch, still faintly vibrating from the legacy room's collapse somewhere behind that sealed door.
