Even after leaving The East Basement the stone floor still vibrated under Raziel's boots, shaking the entire first-year dormitory.
RUMBLE!
Dust fell from the ceiling while the wooden bunk beds rattled hard against the brick walls.
Novices woke up in a panic and grabbed their blankets, and a few of them ran straight into the hallway wearing nothing but their sleep tunics.
Father Marius stood at the far end of the corridor leaning his full weight on his dark wooden cane.
Two academy guards stood right behind him with their swords drawn.
"Return to your beds," Marius ordered with a loud voice.
"These are natural seismic vibrations. The fault lines shift under the mountains, so the academy is safe."
Raziel stood in the doorway of his room and crossed his arms.
He knew Marius lied through his teeth.
Brother Thomas stood a few feet away from the director and kept his mouth shut.
