Alaric saw, in terrifying clarity, the many ways they could die if the third explosion went off.
With the nitrogen purge system and foam suppression in place, the bomb wouldn't level the entire packhouse, but they were the ones in danger now.
If that third device detonated, even without a full facility-wide chain reaction, the resulting shockwave would bring the warehouse down on top of them. Iron walkways, heavy racks, and massive pipes could come crashing down. Even supernaturals like werewolves weren't invincible against being crushed if pinned beneath a multi-ton structure.
And that wasn't the worst of it.
The wreckage could trap them deep inside, leaving them buried and scrambling for a way out while the toxic fumes crept in. If they couldn't dig or fight their way free in time, they'd choke to death, suffocated in darkness.
"We have to go now!" Alaric roared, his voice hoarse and raw over the chaos.
