Everyone panicked as the graveling sound of stone-on-stone abraded around them, knowing that a similar sound had preluded when the ceiling came crashing down on and killing Brenden O’Shea. When the moaning of unseen cogs finally stopped, the room went completely quiet; yet, their ashen panicked faces still danced around, waiting for something, anything, to happen.
After innumerable seconds, Nevaeh finally whispered. “Does anyone notice anything?” It was hard to investigate when terror kept everyone still. The pervading silence was even an enemy to their comfort, for it seemed to suffocate senses and ignite imagination.
“Here!” Ofa reported shortly, her slender finger pointing at the base of the Moon Goddess’ circular marble pedestal. “There’s like a crack or something in the
