Round 294

Abby pressed herself harder against the opposite curve of the living rock, her heart pounding in sync with the walls' ominous pulse. The air grew thicker by the second, heavy and wrong against her exposed skin. She could feel it thinking—something ancient and hungry and intelligent using this flesh of stone as its hands and mouth.

The symbols etched deep burned brighter now, pulsing in perfect sync with the humming that vibrated up from the floor into her bones. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but Silra needed her. The air grew thick enough to chew, heavy and wrong against her exposed skin. She could feel it thinking—something ancient and hungry and intelligent using this flesh of stone as its hands and mouth.

The walls' synchronized breathing stopped completely—everything except that low pulsing hum growing stronger like a heart counting down seconds until what? She pressed herself flat against the opposite curve, trying to put distance between her skin and the shifting surface. The symbols etched deep burned brighter now, pulsing in perfect sync with the humming that vibrated up from the floor into her bones.

Every instinct screamed at her to run, but Silra needed her. The air grew thick enough to chew, heavy and wrong against her exposed skin. She could feel it thinking—something ancient and hungry and intelligent using this flesh of stone as its hands and mouth.