Round 128

The wardstone pulsed again—louder this time—and dust rained from above. I didn't have time for hesitation or alternatives. The spell holding that barricade barely contained the thing's energy, and every second felt like sand slipping through an hourglass. "Silra," I snapped, voice sharp enough to cut through the building's groan, "get through that shaft now." My eyes flicked to Halie's pale face, the way she gripped the wall for balance even as her hands burned from residual contact...