Round 400

The walls began breathing with them now, each exhale a sigh of stone and something else—something ancient and hungry. Jeane collapsed forward into the descending stairwell, her body moving without conscious command as if pulled by strings attached to her deepest, darkest desires. The passage sealed behind them, stone grinding shut with finality. Abby's mind dissolved into silver light and sensation, every nerve ending screaming as the fluid caressed her, invaded her, changed her.

The air grew heavy with anticipation, thick with the scent of corruption and something else—something that smelled like home and sin all at once. The walls pulsed around them now, alive in a way stone should never be, each beat driving the changes deeper. Jeane's eyes fluttered open to see Abby suspended in midair, her friend's body no longer quite her own as the walls' energy coursed through them both.

They were trapped now, caught between stone and sin, their bodies mere vessels for something old and terrible that had waited centuries for this moment. The descent beckoned—down into darkness where the real corruption began.