Gideon barely had time to react before another section of the ceiling collapsed.
He grabbed Aaron by the collar and dragged him away from the falling debris, narrowly avoiding a chunk of rock that struck the ground hard enough to crack the stone beneath it.
"Fuck! This is bad. I need to do something."
The hive mind continued moving toward the opening, its enormous mass squeezing through the damaged passage. Thick white strands dragged themselves across the ground, crawling over broken rocks as though the creature had no intention of leaving anything behind.
Gideon moved to the closest body of the hive mind and swung the Unbreakable Sword, cutting through another cluster of white tendrils.
The strands split apart cleanly, their severed ends writhing against the stone. For a brief moment, he thought he had finally made some progress.
Then the pieces began crawling toward each other. The white tissue reconnected, fusing together until the cut disappeared completely.
