64: Brice
Brice
The whole chamber trembled. Dust fell from the roof, and in the corners stones clattered. The light flickered.
The Kaiahive agents shuffled, but still trained their weapons on Brice. Their noise buzzed with uncertainty, with questions on a bed of rising panic.
“What have you done!” Macklyn yelled as he rushed forward. He grabbed Brice by his collar, pulled him back so hard that Brice stumbled, almost lost his footing. Macklyn spun him, spittle flecking Brice’s face “What the hell have you done?”
Brice pushed the man away, turned back to face the gate.
The colours rippled and danced, and they pulsed. A sub-sonic thud beat against Brice’s chest. He couldn’t tell if the hammering was from the gate or from the tremors that hit the cavern.
Or if they were the same thing.
