Round 10

I watch Silra crouch-walk into position along the tree root line, noting her fluid movement and practiced silence even under pressure. The calculation is clear: she can move quietly where magic would announce our position to every enemy within a mile. But my eyes narrow as I turn back to Jeane, studying her crimson-glowing eyes and the shadow energy resisting her will. That corruption isn't normal ground, Jeane—you felt it yourself when you tried to summon earlier. Whatever sleeps underground here... it's ancient and hungry.