A shockwave of dust and debris shot into the air as the roar of the crumbling cabin echoed across the ravine. Marcus's firm hold on my arm pulled me back from the brink of catastrophe as I clutched to Ethan's lifeless body, my chest heaving and my ears ringing.
"Get moving, Olivia!" Over the sound of splintering wood and falling rock, Marcus's voice could hardly be heard as he barked.
The earth shook as I staggered forward, pulling Ethan along with me. My legs swayed as like they would give out at any moment, making every stride feel like a last-ditch risk. The moon above appeared far away, its faint light a sharp contrast to the mayhem all around.
The cries of the successor vanished amid the thunder of the crumbling ground behind us. I dared to hope that he was gone forever for a single, little moment.
"Go on!" Marcus's words brought me back to the here and now.