Chapter 39
Fractured Resolve Beneath the Stone
Year 1 of the Gloom, Morning of the Fourth Day
While Oren hurriedly sharpened his blade in the damp quiet, a migraine-stricken Thalia warned him that metallic scraping could attract the blind tunnel predators massing outside their bolted hatch.
The damp, suffocating silence of the secondary maintenance shaft shattered entirely as the pressure of isolation finally tore through the group. Outside the iron-reinforced hatch, the blind tunnel predators resumed their relentless scratching, their sightless claws scraping rhythmically against the metal just inches from where the party huddled. Inside, stress fractured the thin veneer of discipline holding Oren and Bram together. Oren rounded on Bram, accusing him of risking their sole escape route by lingering too long and over-analyzing Lyra's distant percussive signals through the conduit. Bram snapped back instantly, his voice rising sharply above the low, ominous rumble of the shifting bedrock. He demanded to know how Oren could stand there so coldly while Kaelen remained trapped and pinned beneath the rubble of the master control chamber, warning that cutting off all concern for their isolated companion effectively sealed every single one of their fates.
Tensions boiled over completely into a bitter, hostile confrontation over survival supplies as Bram accused Oren of hoarding the remaining portions of dried meat. Shouting matches echoed off the slick stone walls, briefly drowning out the subterranean tremors beneath their boots. Oren shoved Bram hard against the damp masonry of the corridor, retorting that Kaelen wouldn't even need a share of the rations if Bram hadn't botched the timing back at the main junction. Slumped on a rotting timber crate nearby, Thalia tried to intervene, pressing a hand against her throbbing, mana-depleted temples as she attempted to calm the two men. But her voice caught dryly in her throat, choked off instantly as another deafening, bone-shaking thud slammed against the barricade from the outside, reminding them all that the true threat was waiting just beyond the iron. As the bitter accusations hung heavy in the stale air and the bedrock pulsed like a slow, threatening heartbeat beneath them, the group remained precariously divided with no clear path forward.