Round 100

Silra accelerated the timeline deliberately, trading seven minutes of proximity against certain death between the crushing walls. The intelligent architecture has adapted—walls breathing in sync with Jeane's heartbeat now, matching her magical signature exactly.

Jeane calculated the tradeoff in real-time, maintaining maximum distance while Silra mapped downstairs layout through touch. The pressure plates close two more millimeters, sealing them tighter together every few seconds.

Silra's right arm is completely dead tissue at 58% total coverage now, teal eyes locked onto Jeane despite the corruption spreading toward her shoulder blade. She can't afford to slow the party down with her deteriorating condition—divine magic already straining against the downstairs entity's influence.

The walls pulse with low frequency hum, fungal growths quivering in anticipation as they learn more about their prey with every passing moment. Jeane maintains her flame barrier between them, arcane focus barely holding despite exhaustion and proximity to Silra's accelerating corruption.

They have six seconds before complete closure—tactical situation deteriorating rapidly but coordinated enough to maintain distance and monitor each other's condition. The real question hanging over them: can they execute escape before the walls adapt another lethal trap?