BOOM!
The force of the impact reverberated like a high speed collision of two asteroids.
BOOM!
By the second strike everyone had to take a step back or risk losing their hearing.
BOOM!
The pointy end of the pickaxe buried in the hard rocky wall of the crevasse and large chunks of stone crumbled.
“That’s enough, rest!” Zechariah yelled to old man Zax.
Dropping the pickaxe, Zax dragged himself a short distance from the excavation spot for the new numbered tunnel and slumped on the ground.
Although he used a lot of dark attribute energy, he was not spent. Far from it, he could land hundreds more blow easily. The problems were that each blow had to be with his full force and the constant brunt of every impact. It was as if the crevasse was alive and hit back.
TING!
TING!
TING!
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