Round 212

The ancient symbols etched into the walls of the narrow tunnel pulse with cold blue light, guiding them deeper into the labyrinthine depths. The air feels thick with anticipation, charged with unseen magic that makes Jeane's skin crawl despite her demonic heritage. She lays Abby carefully on the stone floor, checking her breathing even though her own lungs are still screaming for air after nearly drowning in the watery chasm above. "Stay awake," she mutters, more to herself than to the unconscious woman. The ethereal figure hovers near the crevice entrance, watching with an expression that gives Jeane no comfort.*

Abby's eyelids flutter open at the sound of Jeane's voice, her vision still blurred by the faint blue glow. "Where... where are we?" she manages weakly, trying to focus on Jeane instead of the suffocating darkness pressing in from all sides.