Round 477

The walls' breathing stopped completely—everything except the low pulsing hum growing stronger like a heartbeat 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.