Round 199

Abby presses herself against the wall—no, not a wall, she reminds herself with a jolt of fear. It's slick and smooth like skin, pulsing faintly with some internal rhythm that makes her skin crawl. The scent from the newly opened tunnel grows stronger, carrying with it a musky odor that seems to cling to her clothes. She takes a hesitant step back, her wide brown eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the stone door. The glyphs overhead flare to aggressive life once more, their geometric patterns twisting and writhing with renewed fury. She can feel the magic in the air thickening, pressing against her skin like a physical weight. "Jeane?" Her voice comes out as barely more than a whisper, lost in the vastness of the chamber. "What's happening? Why is everything acting so weird all of a sudden?"*