Round 213

Jeane's crimson eyes flash in the blue glow as she helps Abby sit up, her wings rustling softly against the stone walls of the narrow tunnel. The ancient symbols etched into the walls pulse with cold light, guiding them deeper into the labyrinthine depths. "Stay awake," she mutters, more to herself than to the unconscious woman. The air feels thick with anticipation, charged with unseen magic that makes Jeane's skin crawl despite her demonic heritage.

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.

The ethereal figure hovers near the crevice entrance, watching with an expression that gives Jeane no comfort.