Then a roar louder then anything either of the men had ever heard quickly drowned out the sounds of falling building foundations.
The observation windows were flooded with an overwhelming amount of the bright light, everything was painted as blinding stark white.
The glass in the windows blew apart, unable to take the energy pulses. Shimmering shards of window rained down from above.
The resulting explosion threatened to shake the room to pieces, but-miraculously- it stayed intact, for the moment.
Doug shakily climbed to his feet, Henry right behind him. The floor was no longer stable; total collapse was nearing.
The younger scientist slowly peered over the shattered window into the ruined room below. The metal portal was an inferno, flames belched from the interior of the metal device. Electricity sparked from the burnt monitors and melted wires.
Doug coughed from the smoke and fumes rising from the burning room below, the smell of burning flooded the upper chamber, filling his lungs with the stinging substances.
Doug squinted at the center of the furnace, where the table and the boy once existed.
His eyes widened in horror as he saw one half of the twisted remains of the metal table embedded in the concrete wall, and the other half nowhere to be found. The several computer monitors that decorated the room where either smashed and on fire, or no where to be found at all.