Round 143 Transcript

At dark corridor in New York high rise penthouse suite, the pressure shifts from waiting to immediate risk. The ward answers the party's presence with a fresh pulse through the stone and no one can mistake it for safety. The nearest sign of danger is now structural collapse imminent. Someone has to answer that change now.

Halie drops her full weight against the door frame, pressing the heavy mirror into place with burning hands. The wardstone pulses in response—each throb sending fresh agony through her palms, but she grits her teeth. "Silra!" She shouts over the creaking building, "Find us an exit! We can't hold this much longer!"

She feels Hera pressed against her back through the mirror, and the cleric's protective instinct surges. Despite the corruption radiating from the woman, Halie won't let any harm touch her. "Stay behind me," she growls at the wardstone. "I'll keep you out."