Asher's head instantly snapped upward the moment he heard the ceiling crack. The sound was sharp, like bones breaking, and it carried with it the dreadful weight of inevitability. The entire building was collapsing in on itself, stone, metal, and concrete all giving way as if the very foundation of its existence had been torn apart.
But Asher did not move to flee. He simply stood where he was, calm, almost defiant, as though daring the ruins to fall upon him.
With a thunderous heap, huge slabs of concrete, twisted metal beams, and jagged stone plummeted from above. The air itself seemed to groan under the weight of the collapse.
