Round 143

Halie slammed her body weight against the door frame, pressing the heavy mirror into place with burned hands that screamed protest. The wardstone pulsed in response—each throb sending fresh agony through her palms, but she grit her teeth and bore it. "Silra!" She shouted over the creaking building, "Find us an exit! We can't hold this much longer!" She felt Hera pressed against her back through the mirror, and the cleric's protective instinct surged. Despite the corruption radiating from the woman, Halie wouldn't let any harm...