Round 140

The ground rumbled beneath them with ominous certainty—Zha'thik was breaking through something structural now, his approach audible in grinding stone and tearing metal. Halie knelt beside Jeane's prone form, her blue-grey eyes fixed on the sorcerer's charred arms while keeping a wary gaze angled toward the approaching hooded figure.

Jeane forced herself conscious despite the agony screaming through every nerve ending, vision blurry but Halie's silhouette clear enough. Stupid cleric getting too close to the tendril, she thought desperately, and what the fuck is this shadow-woman doin...

The hooded figure's smile widened, her eyes glinting with a predatory light. She raised her free hand, and the shadow tendril caressed the ceiling like a living whip, its darkness spreading to encompass the entire chamber. The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and charred flesh.

Jeane's body shuddered violently, her blackened skin a stark contrast to the crimson hue of her lips. Fuck, she thought, the hellfire burns are too severe already—even if I could channel again, my reserves are fried. Hali...