The Concubine lunges for the leaning beam, one hand outstretched to claw herself back from the abyss. The hall groans and tilts harder, blood and splinters sliding toward the violet crack.
Thornton Smith surges after her on the narrow strip of intact floor, guandao low, boots skidding on wet stone. Above them, the sorcerer’s broken wards flash and die in the dust.
The Concubine
Do not let me fall. I keep my word.
Kethrak
Interesting. The pact is tested before it is sealed.
A shadowy limb tears up through the fissure, too long, too thin, its touch cracking the boards like dry bone. The sorcerer recoils, and the pulse under the floor stutters into a hateful glow.
Thornton Smith
The beam is the only sure anchor left.
Thornton Smith reaches the edge of the sinking span as the Concubine slips half over empty dark, her fingers scraping wood. Kethrak watches from the safer shadow, waiting to see which of them Thornton saves first.
✓ Quest Accepted
Escape the collapsing guild hall
✓ Quest Accepted
Save the concubine from the abyss