The guard looked down at the floor... there was nothing... No hole or crack or damage...
"Sir, there's nothing—"
West on the other hand, didn't say a word... he simply stepped toward the exact spot Mr. Ibe had pointed at.
He crouched slightly and placed his palm flat against the floor.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he felt something...
Something shifting beneath layers of rock and earth...
Cold radiated upward through the stone into his skin...
West stood abruptly.
"Stay back," he ordered sharply.
The authority in his tone made both the guard and Mr. Ibe instinctively retreat several steps.
West clenched his fist and punched.
Boom!
The impact cracked outward with a thunderous boom that echoed violently through the chamber.
The ground fractured slightly but did not cave.
He punched again...
And again...
Each strike sent shockwaves through the surroundings, stirring debris and loose dust into the air.
