Round 64

Halie's eyes narrowed as she examined Silra's ward systems, her fingers flying across her divine script. "The corruption vector is adapting to my attempts to cleanse it," she said, her voice laced with concern. The sweet-sick scent thickened around her, and she winced, her divine magic straining against the corruption. As Halie worked, the air in the chamber began to distort, as if reality itself was being reshaped by the corruption vector. The walls seemed to ripple and writhe, like living tissue,...