Round 476

The silence crashes in like a physical weight after the rhythmic breathing stopped. No more synchronized walls—just that low pulsing hum vibrating through stone and flesh alike, counting down seconds until whatever's downstairs makes its move. The bioluminescent fluid in their veins pulses faster now, matching their racing hearts as panic sets in. Silra’s eyes are wide and desperate as she pulls Abby close, hands mapping every inch of exposed skin with frantic urgency while the walls around them seem to lean inward menacingly. The air crackles between them, charged with electricity and shared terror as the humming intensifies—She knows they should maintain distance, but tactical positioning is impossible in this narrow space, and Silra needs her.