The moment Creed boldly stepped forward and declared that they should crash the party, as if on cue from the heavens—or more accurately, from the universe's sense of twisted timing—a shadow suddenly cast itself over the group.
Creed barely had time to tilt his head up before his sharp eyes caught the sight of a massive boulder, at least two meters wide, plummeting toward them from the sky like a falling meteorite.
It was a huge hunk of solid rock, and by the sheer size and speed it was descending with, it probably weighed more than a school bus.
The air whistled around it as it tore downward, gravity giving it terrifying momentum. If it landed on someone, it would squish them flatter than a pancake under an elephant's butt!
Creed and the girls didn't panic. Instead, they all shared a quick glance of mutual irritation, the kind you give someone who sneezes in your soup.
