Round 286

The fluid lapped at her boots, cold and slick against her skin. Something moved beneath the surface—she could see it now, dark shapes writhing in the depths. The walls pulsed with an eerie blue-green light that seemed to come from within the stone itself. Each beat of light made Silra's face look more gaunt, more corrupted. Three hours. That was all she had left before she became another part of this place.