Round 346

The walls began to pulse faster now, their rhythm shifting from steady to erratic. The energy that coursed through them felt almost alive, vibrating with an intensity that made Abby's skin crawl. She tried to pull away from Silra's grip, but the creature's fingers tightened around her wrist, holding her in place. "Listen," Silra said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The walls are singing now. Can't you hear it?" Abby strained her ears, trying to make out what the other woman was talking about. All she could hear was the sound of her own ragged breathing and the pounding of blood in her ears. "I don't... I don't hear anything," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. She glanced around at the writhing walls, their surface glistening with that same sickly green light as before. The sight made her stomach turn, and she had to suppress a wave of nausea. "Stay close," Silra instructed, her eyes never leaving the shifting stone. "The further we go from this room, the less... predictable things become." Abby nodded, though she wasn't entirely sure what that meant. She knew only one thing for certain—they needed to get out of this place as quickly as possible. But with each passing second, the walls seemed to be closing in around them, their movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate. And deep within the stone, something was stirring—a darkness that called to her, promising release from all her troubles if only she would surrender herself to it.