Round 175

The wardstone pulsed again—shorter now than before—and the entire building groaned in response like a great beast awakening from slumber. Jeane grit her teeth, fingers tightening around the dildo as she channeled more power into the barrier spell. The magical current flowed through the toy and into the wall socket, creating a shimmering field that barely contained the dark energy seeping through from beyond the door.

Silra moved forward cautiously in the oppressive darkness, her elven eyes adjusting quickly to the gloom. Each pulse from the wardstone felt like a physical blow, sending shivers down her spine and making her teeth ache. She knew they were running out of time—the groans from the building's structure sounded like death rattles. "Fuck," she hissed under her breath, pressing her back against the wall opposite the barricaded door. Her fingers found the hidden compartment in her jacket, pulling out a small but powerful mag-light. The beam cut through the darkness ahead, revealing more of the same—cracked walls oozing something that definitely wasn't water or anything natural.

Halie leaned harder against the mirror bracing the door, but her burned hands screamed protest. The wardstone's pulse was getting sharper now, "

The floorboards crack under new weight; the ceiling groans like a dying man. The wardstone pulses faster now—shorter intervals between each thrum—forcing her to lean harder against the mirror bracing the door, but her burned hands screamed protest. The wardstone's pulse was getting sharper now, "

The floorboards crack under new weight; the ceiling groans like a dying man. The wardstone pulses "