The heavy, suffocating silence that settled over the ruins of the Bone Church was short-lived.
With the three primary core crystals shattered and Malakor turned to dust, the remaining structural integrity of the gargantuan cathedral gave way entirely. High above, the soaring arches carved from ancient dragon skulls cracked and groaned before crashing down into the abyss, taking tons of bone spires and iron rib-plating with them.
"This whole sector is coming down!" Falcon yelled, her golden eyes reflecting the falling debris. She helped Kyle to his feet, keeping a supportive arm around his waist while her four dark brown tails twitched nervously, ready to ignite with emerald fire if a falling boulder came too close.
