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Kiku could feel it particularly well, the vibrations ever growing in intensity and frequency. It'd be easy to correlate it to the hourglass' expired time, though that remained to be verified. These tremors were quick to become quite noticeable, with the metal on their feet channeling this movement for their stance to be affected by it as well. Sand and dust spilled from the ever growing fissures on the ceiling and walls, an dire indicator that they were going against some sort of countdown.

The first big initiative would be by Kurin with the manipulation of his Mokuton. An attempt to erect a more stable set of pillars to form their own, more reliable foundation. Unfortunately, the metallic floor would prevent the sprout of any life from that level, and could only be conjured through the walls. While it did offer some relief to the bulk that would befall them, they'd come to notice just how much larger the cracks on the walls would be. The foundation of this room was far more brittle and vulnerable than they could anticipate. In the hopes to slow this process down, the young Senju would inadvertently accelerate their doom, while also slowing it. Basically, no real progress had been made.

However, they could still hope to prevent a rock slide, right? Kurin would, through his wood style and earth affinities, grasp just how bad their situation really was. They hadn't been too deep underground, and yet the mass of earth above them was of a weight he could never hope to sustain. It'd become all the more clear at they were, in fact, right under a mountain, and its structure had long since been compromised by something. Unless they had some Perfect Susano'o somewhere, the boy's Mokuton would be far too weak to protect them from a catastrophe.

In the midst of the chaos, Shizuka would take the reigns. Pressing the button under the hourglass seemed to be the best solution he could come up with. Smacking it would cause a large thud to be heard all around them. The vibrations would halt once this was done, offering perhaps a little respite for the team. But this would only last as long as it would take for the hourglass to flip over and start again. One careful observer could notice that all the sand would have been transferred to the top in spite of the amount of time that had passed previously. And then, the small vibrations would resume. Was this only a retardant?

With the only lighting they'd have coming from various, bright runes on the walls and floor, they would be brought to notice one of the artistic representations carved on the wall. Kurin's Mokuton had brought quite some good, actually, as it purged the debris and accumulated sands from the walls, and allows the group to absorb what the natives once conveyed through them.

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[i]They came for more, and more.
Their hunger was most revolting. And their prowess beyond our own.
Our children, the Jian-Huren, remain our only custodians.
And even they could not defend our brothers from the Worm.
We remain divided, pitiful. Starved for peace.
Only the Dajian can save us.[/i][/center]

Surrounding this detailed illustration, they could see rows of mostly damaged, but still distinct representations of golems serving as tools for the strange individuals represented in the carvings. A few humanoids looked relatively normal, but a large number were given extra limbs and odd statures. The closer they were to the main, large canvas, the more they'd notice weapons being represented, and those same multiple-limb individuals turn on each other, and even oppose the golems as seen above.

More and more, they would feel the vibrations intensify as they had did before. With smalls pebbles randomly befalling the squad. They better hurry, for even with the wood and vines, there was space for big chunks to become hazards.