Round 91

Hera's desperate attempt to use the sybian against the wardstone only succeeds in sending a jolt of electricity through the bathroom, causing the water from the broken shower to erupt into a frenzy of foam and spray. The sudden chaos gives Halie and Abby just enough time to find a heavy object—a mirror, probably—to brace the door against the increasing pressure and energy seepage. The building groans ominously around them, each creak and crack making their hearts race faster.

Jeane, her demonic nature flaring with crisis urgency, pushes her wings out in a desperate attempt to reinforce the barrier spell holding back the wardstone's corruption. The feathers crackle with strain, dark leathery surfaces flexing as she focuses every ounce of power into keeping that door sealed. Everyone get back! The wardstone's answering our presence, and this whole fucking building is about to fold in half! Every pulse from beyond the door feels like some monstrous heartbeat, each one weaker than the last but somehow more insistent.

Halie, her face pale with fear and determination, struggles for traction on the slippery floor as she drags the heavy mirror into position. The surface of the makeshift barricade wavers under the pressure, and she knows it won't hold forever—not against both structural collapse and whatever horrors the wardstone contains. She grips the frame tightly, muscles straining. I've got the door, but we need a real solution! This whole place is coming down around us!