Round 65

Silra stumbles against Halie as the floor trembles violently beneath them both. The sweet-sick scent has saturated the entire chamber now, making it nearly impossible to breathe properly. The walls seem to ripple and writhe like living tissue, closing in around them as if trying to trap them inside. Suddenly, a loud crack echoes through the air, and Silra cries out as her handhold gives way completely. She falls backward, arms windmilling desperately...

Jeane moves instinctively, lunging forward to grab Silra's wrist before she can hit the stone floor. The rogue's weight pulls her off-balance, but Jeane manages to shift her stance and hold firm. "I've got you!" she shouts over the intensifying hum. The sorceress's flame flickers weakly—barely more than a candle flame now—but it's enough to illuminate Silra's face as she dangles, teal eyes wide with fear.

Halie moves immediately to support Jeane, grabbing Silra's other arm and pulling hard. Together, they manage to haul the rogue back onto solid ground. "We need to get out of here," Halie pants, her divine aura flaring brighter in response to the increasing corruption. "The chamber's actively fighting us now—this whole place is alive with malice."