Round 47

The wardstone pulsed again, faster now, its energy feeding into the building's defenses in ways that made Jeane's skin crawl. The structure groaned around them, wood creaking like ancient bones as stress fractures spread through the walls like veins of doom. Halie redoubled her efforts, divine light crackling around her hands as she tried to stabilize the collapsing floor, but it wasn't enough—every pulse from the wardstone made the building shudder harder. "Someone has to finish this," Halie gasped between strained breaths, sweat beading on her forehead. "Now." Her eyes locked onto Hera's, and the younger woman swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing crimson as she nodded slowly. The wardstone pulsed again—faster now—and Jeane felt something deep inside her twist with anticipation and dread.