Whatever Amal was doing, it was creating awful, dire noises that echoed and traveled all about the basement. It sounded like every bit of rock above them was about to tumble down. Knai braced a hand against the rubble above him, cringing at every crash of the wave.
"You think I can climb out of there?! I can't do that!" The water, the rock! The flood up above! He'd drowned or crushed before he even made it two feet. The man was mad! Knai opened his mouth to tell him that, too, but the cracking of the door arrested his attention.
It cracked again, and again, and though Knai braced himself each time, no water rushed to flood them. Finally the door rent itself clean in two, leaving a gap big enough to run through, but Knai was rooted in place, clinging to Amal.