Round 90

The walls' synchronized breathing accelerated again, pulsing with anticipation that made both women's skin crawl despite vastly different biological origins. The ancient stone passageways seemed to savor their presence, each slow rhythmic expansion drawing more of the thick sweet-sick air into their hungry chambers. Silra maintained maximum distance from Jeane as she descended into the right passage, her bright teal eyes locked on the sorceress across the fungal-choked chamber until the living walls swallowed her whole.

Her flame flickered lower—15% output now—and barrier magic barely holding against this ancient corruption's spread. The walls' synchronized breathing accelerated again, pulsing with anticipation that made Jeane's skin crawl despite being mostly unaffected compared to her companion's rapid deterioration.

I watch Silra disappear into the right passage, her teal eyes locked on me across the chamber until the fungal tunnel swallows her whole. Her flame flickers lower—15% output now—and barrier magic barely holding against this ancient corruption's spread. The walls' synchronized breathing accelerates again, pulsing with anticipation that makes my skin crawl despite being mostly unaffected compared to her rapid deterioration.

I descend into the right passage maintaining three meters separation from Jeane despite every instinct screaming to check if her barrier magic is holding against this airborne corruption spreading faster than calculated timelines at 1% per minute exactly matching what I reported earlier about transmission speed. The walls' synchronized breathing accelerates again, pulsing with anticipation as f...