Rex kept going. He used the hand that wasn't holding the gauntlets to make a wide lateral sweep, and the construct hit the wall hard enough to crack along its animate core and lose its glow before it could turn around.
Ten meters below the surface.
Two more structures, hanging from the ceiling, fell at the same time from opposite sides.
Rex split his attention across both in the practiced way of someone managing multiple telekinetic contacts simultaneously and deposited both on the floor ahead rather than the walls, because the walls at this point were beginning to lose structural cohesion and he needed them to stay intact for another seven seconds.
Five meters.
Rex could see the light from the fungi in the upper chamber ahead of him, and in his Foresight, he could see the last open sequence of movement that would take all three of them through before the biggest part of the ceiling came down.
He went through it.
