Round 7

The floor groans beneath them, shifting tiles grinding together with deliberate sound—like teeth grinding. The fluid is moving again. Someone or something just activated the mechanism further. Silra kneels at the edge of the unstable section, This isn't passive architecture; it's an active system designed to drop intruders into... somewhere below. She traces seams between shifting sections with a dagger tip. The pressure points are here, here, and here—three control valves operating independently. Whoever built this wanted very specific people to fall in very specific ways.

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. She stands smoothly, Whatever's down here built this entire church as a hunting ground, and we just walked into the kill zone.