Round 56

The building's groan is louder this time, a deep rumble that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards. The wardstone pulses again—five seconds between each ominous thud—and Hera can feel her heart rate climbing in sync with the rhythm. She clutches at Jeane's arm, her knuckles turning white as she fights against the rising panic. "Jeane," she manages to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper, "what is happening? Why is everything shaking?"