Round 6

Silra crosses the unstable floor with predatory grace, her movements betraying no fear despite the groaning stone beneath. This whole place feels like it was designed as a tomb with an afterlife service menu. She kneels at the edge of the shifting tiles, The mechanism is mechanical—pipes filled with fluid that's acting as hydraulic pressure. Someone built this deliberately to make people fall.

Jeane raises her unholy symbol higher, its symbols pulsing with cold blue light. The woman in the window wasn't afraid—she was directing traffic for whatever's down here. Her voice is steady despite the shifting ground, This isn't a ghost story; it's an invitation to dinner. That man's fear wasn't for himself—it was for us walking onto the serving platter.

The floor groans again, tiles sliding against each other like teeth grinding. We need to find the control mechanism before we become part of the church's permanent collection. Silra traces the seam between shifting sections, The fluid is moving in a pattern—someone or something is actively operating this trap.