The ground under my feet moved.
I'm not talking about the faint tremors that I had been feeling since we got into downtown Rongdu, I'm saying that it moved like it was out to get me.
That was the part my brain didn't like.
I don't remember the last time I was worried about fighting. Even in my past life, I had made my peace with death. But now the very idea that the ground, the earth that was the basis of my powers was turning against me?
That was more than I was willing to accept.
I stilled, wishing that maybe I had gone barefoot, that I could feel the ground beneath my thick soled boots better. I tried to control my breathing, wanting to not be taken by surprise.
But I was.
I didn't know what was happening until the slime-covered earth under my boots shifted like something massive had rolled underneath it and pushed the entire floor up from below.
