During it, all Guy could do was hold his hands over his ears and cry out in pain.
Afterward, all he could do was kneel there, frozen with fear.
The end was coming. Just like a far off rumble of the ground had once made him realize something terrible had started, that horrible noise made it abundantly clear that something bad was coming, possibly for everyone trapped in this place.
Most new things were good or at least interesting but once upon a time he'd realized he needed a word or phrase for the things that weren't.
What he'd come up with was "bad news." Deep in his bones he knew that was what that sound was.
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Afterward, all he could do was kneel there, frozen with fear.
The end was coming. Just like a far off rumble of the ground had once made him realize something terrible had started, that horrible noise made it abundantly clear that something bad was coming, possibly for everyone trapped in this place.
Most new things were good or at least interesting but once upon a time he'd realized he needed a word or phrase for the things that weren't.
What he'd come up with was "bad news." Deep in his bones he knew that was what that sound was.