The ground lurched violently, sending deep tremors through the battlefield. Debris crumbled from the surrounding structures, cracks spiderwebbing across the dirt like something massive was stirring beneath them.
Echo barely managed to keep his footing, his boots skidding slightly against the loose gravel as he steadied himself. Another tremor. Then another.
"Shit—!"
To his right, Doyun stumbled mid-aim, gritting his teeth as he fought for balance. His hands, steady just moments ago, shook as the vibrations threw off his focus. The compressed air bullet he had been lining up went wide, blasting a chunk out of a wall instead.
Doyun snapped his head toward Echo, scowling.
"Damn it, Echo! Stop making the ground move—I can't hit shit like this!"
Echo turned his head sharply, eyes narrowing. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he processed the accusation, his mind racing through the possible causes.
But…
"He wasn't doing this."
At least, he didn't think he was.
