Round 94

The walls' synchronized breathing accelerates into a rhythmic pulse that counts down the seconds until the crushing mechanism deploys—maybe ten seconds before being trapped between closing plates designed to separate us for easy picking off one by one while vulnerable in this narrow shaft. The fungal growths quiver almost excitedly now as if anticipating our division and destruction. I focus arcane energy into my wand, flame barely visible at 15% output but barrier magic still functioning somehow despite the corruption interference weakening every spell component.