v) Under the weight of the warhammer

Under the weight of the warhammer, the wheezing concrete thing crumbled. Its rebar skeleton bent and cracked as Shyan laid into it. Her shield forgotten, she pounded the splintering beast into rubble.

When it moved no longer, Shyan, panting, dropped the warhammer, which soon returned to its normal size, such that Cang was able to lift it and attach it to his back. Abia’s whistling died away, and the corridor seemed oddly silent without the concrete creature’s wheezing. Fassn examined the rubble, nose scrunched, and let it lie.

Shyan said simply, “Let’s rest.”

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