Round 216

The low humming filled the chamber now, pulsing in rhythm with something unseen—heartbeat counting down seconds until next adaptation phase, perhaps. Abby pressed herself against the far wall, trying to make her small frame even smaller as the walls' breathing pattern shifted again, faster this time. She could feel it vibrating through the stone itself, responding specifically to Halie's movement rather than just random rhythm. The Cleric's voice came strained but steady: "Pattern changing—definitely reacting to movement now. Forward is dangerous but staying put is worse."