“I WOULDN’T DO THAT IF I WERE YOU.”
The voice boomed from all around them—a shockwave in the air, each word sounding as though it had been formed by grinding tectonic plates.
The miners took to their heels, but Shoorai flattened herself against the side wall of the chamber and pulled her helmet tightly down on her head. The voice sounded like it belonged to something titanic. Cracks spread across the ceiling of the gallery.
She looked up in time to see the pitted rock wall… move.
It shifted, grinding as it reshaped itself. Shoorai watched in amazement as it formed two deep craters that looked like closed eyes, and a projecting crag that could be a nose. Dust poured from a curved and jagged chasm that looked horribly like a vast mouth.
The face filled the wall before her, fully thirty feet across and twice that high.