Round 167

The corridor's darkness pressed in with physical weight, each pulse from the wardstone sending fresh vibrations through the stone under their feet—reminders that time was running out in more ways than one. Her fingers traced along the wall to her left, finding the smooth plane of another doorframe. No barrier here yet, no makeshift barricade of adult toys and desperation like the one holding back the wardstone's fury. Just empty space waiting beyond—dark, silent, and utterly terrifying in its unknowns.

"Found a door," she called back over her shoulder, voice pitched low but carrying easily in the confined space. "But it's em... empty." Her teal eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the darkness ahead. The air beyond felt different somehow—colder, motionless, waiting...

The smart money said this was their only shot at survival now that the corridor behind them had become a death trap powered by demonic energy.