Round 367 Transcript

As our fingers touch the organic door, it shudders, its surface rippling like a living thing. The pulsing rhythm of the runes on the walls accelerates, synchronizing with Silra's heartbeat. Concrete consequence: The door's surface begins to dissolve, revealing a network of glowing, fiber-optic-like tendrils that stretch out towards us. New detail: The creature's grip on my waist tightens, its body pressing more firmly against mine as it leans in, its dark eyes fixed intently on the door. Immediate pressure: Do we allow the tendrils to envelop us, potentially merging with Silra's wall-merged state and risking further corruption spread, or do we try to push through the door, forcing our way into the unknown?