Construction

Some of the Depthsroot Residents that were more accustomed to their powers would decide to go to the open field where the grass was growing and test out the effects of their abilities and their know-how to construct and reconstruct parts of the city that had been cleared out. When the brand new buildings were done and better residential areas were made for the residents, then they could tear down and reconstruct the rest of the city from a safe zone. That was what they were instructed to do, anyway, and it seemed to make sense.

There were loud thuds coming from the distance.

The Depthsroot Residents each tended to their own individual toils. Those who could use their abilities to construct the buildings would do so whilst those who had the insight to design would instruct what to construct. It was a ragtag job at first, but once the community started really pitching in, things got going swiftly and smoothly. It wasn't until the loud thuds in the distance reached the open field where construction was going on that things would become a bit hectic.

One of the supervisors, sitting down and having a nice glass of ice cold water to drink would be inclined upon his chair, beads of sweat rolling down his head. He gave an exasperated sigh, wiping his forehead, as though he were bushed. He would reach to take the glass of water in his hands and find that... the water was undulating for a moment or so, then became still. "... What in the hell...?"

The thuds in the distance grew louder. Closer.