Round 61

Halie's voice cut through the groaning timbers like a knife. "Jeane, wait." The stone pulses felt wrong—too alive, too insistent—as if it was breathing with malicious intent. We can't just... bleed this thing dry at any cost. The building responded with another loud creak, louder now and more immediate. She turned to Jeane. "Whatever that stone is responding to, it isn't simple mechanics." Her faith told her this was something else entirely—something ancient and aware in a way that made her skin crawl.