Soon, the citizens joined the effort. Some were driven by fear, others by desperation. A few lionkin children giggled, treating the digging like a game of whack-a-mole. They cheered every time dirt was thrown aside, completely ignorant of the terror creeping beneath their feet. Their parents, however, worked in grim silence, aware that this was anything but a good omen.
After a few minutes of no success whatsoever, Var'Zhul had enough of this nonsense. If his men were too slow, then he'd do it himself. Snarling, he stomped toward the nearest place that was currently being dug, grabbed a mithril shovel from a trembling recruit, and drove it into the ground with all the force his immense Strength stat allowed. Earth and stone flew like debris in a storm, his muscles rippling as he dug with the force of a hundred men.
But then…
*BOOM!*
The dirt exploded in his face.
Var'Zhul barely had time to register the blast before he was sent rocketing through the air.
