Round 89

The ancient stone passageways breathed in unison again, a slow rhythmic pulsing that made both women's skin crawl despite vastly different biological origins. The walls themselves were alive—or animated by some ancient intelligence too vast to comprehend from within its own flesh—and they clearly marked Silra as the more immediate threat descending into their domain. Her bright teal eyes locked onto Jeane across the chamber, maintaining maximum distance while her dark veins crawled visibly toward elbow and wrist, consuming another two percent coverage in just minutes since their last update. The cold was advancing faster than predicted, her fingers already losing functional dexterity as perma...