Novel & Cerita Sinkholes Nornir Chest

He took a step toward the center of the clearing, where the ground had cracked and crumbled inward—like the earth was tired of holding secrets. A sinkhole? No. The edge of a tunnel. Dug or torn. The opening gaped wide, black and wet. No light inside. Just breathless dark. Ronan knelt, narrowed his eyes. Something had come up from this. Recently. The soil was fresh. Still moist. Claw marks lined the inside of the tunnel—deep, wide, dragged upward. Ronan didn’t speak. Just stared into it like it might blink. Dax moved behind him, voice low. “Do we go in?”

On the strong vertical of the sun, we ended up on a sinkhole that has its own nature forest in it. Legolas looked for a long, thick vine that he might use to descend into the hole. And he told me to get on his back so he could carry me down the vine while he was on it. I did what he said, and I was a little nervous as I made my moves, and Legolas almost fell out of balance. "Stop moving! Calm and balance yourself!" It is certainly a life-threatening situation, as there are numerous challenges to overcome. As we go lower, the air becomes rarefied, causing breathing difficulties. After that, there's always the possibility of tripping or slipping. Furthermore, the chilly temperature exacerbates

"The High Council will strip you of your crown for this!" "Then come and take it from my head, old man," Nikolai snarled, his eyes flashing with a predatory fire. "Silas! Open the back gate!" From the shadows behind the sinking pedestal, Alpha Silas slammed his heavy, leather-armored shoulder into a solid section of the black rock wall. A hidden iron drainage grate—used a century ago to clear water from the upper vaults—groaned under the pressure, the rusted bolts snapping as it swung inward to reveal a pitch-black, narrow tunnel leading straight into the mountain foundations.

Back through the tunnel, they came out on the east side of Cloud, on the edge where the shadows had gathered. Nearby and hanging partway over the outer limbs of Mother Tree sat a small open-air enclosure with twisted branch flooring and grassy walls. Bjorn noted multiple rectangular gaps in the footing. Beneath them gapped a series of open-air drop chutes.

The ground didn't just crack; it vanished. A massive sinkhole opened beneath my feet, the soil turning into liquid mud. I screamed, reaching for Riven, but he was trapped under the glowing green net, his skin smoking from the poison. "Riven!" I yelled as I slid into the darkness. I hit the bottom of the pit with a thud that rattled my teeth. It wasn't a natural cave. The walls were lined with cold, damp stones and carved with ancient symbols. Above me, the circle of moonlight was getting smaller.

He landed heavily on the riverbed, the sheer celestial mass he was channeling kicking up a massive cloud of underwater silt. He saw the pitch-black chassis sinking in the dark. Torin lunged. His massive, crystalline claws gripped the heavy, featureless shoulder plates of my dead armor. He didn't waste time trying to pry the helmet off or find a release latch. He just looked up at the two-mile vertical shaft above us.

So if Chester was here, Corey was definitely here too. 'So that's Corey? Damn, this ability is annoying. I haven't even done anything yet, and I'm already exposed. If I try to make a move later, it'll be over before I even start. 'In any fight, the first step is to cut off the enemy's intel. I need to take this guy out. 'Should I use spatial swap to pull him out? No. Too far. 'This hive—whoever dug it—goes down 300 meters underground. The fact that it's not flooded is a miracle. Susan and her crew are roughly 200 meters down, way beyond the range of a direct spatial swap.

"The acoustic resonance is not traveling through the atmosphere, Lumira." He held up a small vial of clear well-water, the liquid inside churning into a frantic, frothing boil despite the sub-zero wind blasting through the tower. The pressure in the air dropped instantly, a sickening suction that pulled the breath right out of my throat and sent a thin, warm trickle of blood running from my left nostril. I wiped the crimson smear away with the back of my sleeve, the heat of it contrasting sharply with the freezing sweat on my skin. "The third-year boy from House Marchetti was found directly below this shaft," I muttered, looking down into the black square of the hatchway.

My void shield was fading, my hands shaking from the cellular tax of the siphon. Before I could even speak, Dominic lunged forward. He didn't grab Nora's body. He grabbed me by the waist, lifting me off my feet, and sprinted toward a heavy, reinforced steel ventilation shaft on the northern wall. With a single, brutal kick, he shattered the iron grate, exposing a deep, narrow chute that slid straight down into the subterranean drainage systems outside the sector. "Dominic, no! We can't leave her!" I screamed, tearing at his shoulders.