Round 124

The wardstone pulses again, its energy washing over the trapped group in waves that make their skin crawl. The building responds with a loud crack from somewhere above, and dust begins to filter down through the air. Hera's grip on the heavy mirror tightens as she feels the barricade shift dangerously. "We need something heavier," she mutters under her breath, scanning the room for options while trying not to think about how slippery the floor is becoming from the spilled lubricant. Her heart pounds in her chest as another wardstone pulse hits, stronger than before.