Round 145

The stone walls' breathing pattern accelerated into a frantic attack rhythm, their coordinated pattern becoming more erratic and aggressive. Silra collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath as the corruption in her right arm now pulsed visibly beneath the skin—a grotesque network of black tendrils spreading according to documented patterns. Halie's own right arm began to show signs of creeping corruption, her flesh turning a sickly grey as the cold fire spread through her system. Jeane straightened up slowly, her wings drooping with exhaustion as she maintained the arcane field containing Silra. The magical strain burned along her containment radius, visible sparks dancing across her skin where the field met the corrupted air.

Jeane spoke in a low voice, "I've documented wall adaptation rates between channels myself and this timeline acceleration suggests complete consumption in under two hours if we don't find purification downstairs immediately." Halie's eyes tracked Silra struggling against the walls' fungal tendrils while maintaining distance—couldn't risk contact with the spreadi...