The roar of the Black Mountain Estate collapsing was not a sudden explosion; it was a slow, agonizing grinding of stone against steel, the sound of a century of secrets being crushed into the earth. We ran through the service tunnels, the emergency red lights flickering and dying as the secondary power grids succumbed to the massive magical feedback. Killian led the way, his partially shifted form a battering ram of pure muscle, while I carried Leo, his small body feeling terrifyingly limp against my chest.
"The transport is in the North Hangar!" Silas shouted over the din, his breath coming in ragged, bloody gasps as he leaned heavily on my shoulder. "If we don't clear the blast radius in the next three minutes, the thermal collapse will pull the entire summit down on top of us!"
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