Stone dust rains from the tunnel roof as the archive room thuds like a giant heart behind the wall. The ceiling splits along a fresh seam, and a slab drops hard enough to shake the lantern light.
Xing Elira
Tenda, now. Push your ki into the stone, or this path dies here.
Zero plants both boots under a leaning support and throws his shoulder into it. Rex snarls and braces beside him, claws skidding on grit, while Daisy looks up at the cracking arch with widening eyes.
Tenda Wildheart
The thudding is syncing with the collapse.
Tenda steps under the worst of the fall, raises both hands, and gathers his breath. A faint gold flicker crawls across his forearms as the loose stones tremble instead of dropping.
Xing Elira
Good. Don’t fight the whole tunnel. Find the load, then hold it.
Tenda locks his stance, channels his ki upward, and the split roof steadies just enough for the thudding passage beyond to stay open. Ahead, the corridor to the Warlord’s base remains clear, for now.