"The thermal exhaust temperature inside the maintenance conduit is exceeding four hundred degrees," Vasa warned, monitoring the thermal readouts on her digital tablet.
"That heat will scorch normal armor into slag in less than ninety seconds," Serian shouted over the grinding rumble of the collapsing mountain bedrock.
"My armor was forged in dragon fire, and my bones are solid granite," Kendra replied, strapping her twin greatswords tightly across her broad back.
"Watch the hydraulic pressure along the outer casing," Nox instructed, placing his hand against the vibrating metal pipe.
"The structural integrity is dropping at twelve percent per minute," Ava reported, her eyes tracking the widening stress fractures along the ceiling.
"Ten thousand miners are trapped in Shaft Seven directly below this platform," Lord Cassian called out from the auxiliary communications array.
