The undercroft of the royal palace shook violently as subterranean fractures spiderwebbed across the ancient vaulted ceilings.
Above their heads, the Crowned Avatar converted the central throne foundation into an enormous, fifteen-meter descending siege weapon.
A hundred thousand tons of dressed granite began to slide downward through the hollowed core of the sovereign citadel.
If that colossal mass struck the bedrock unchecked, the impact shockwave would obliterate the King's remaining twelve hostage connections.
"The royal core is dropping the palace onto the monarch's lap!" Ferra shouted, projecting a glowing boundary grid across the damp walls.
"Three civilian skybridges still connect the western archive to the falling foundation!" the forge master warned with fierce urgency.
"The first span is the pedestrian gallery above the carriage court," Ferra continued, highlighting the architectural stress points in red.
