Round 9

As Sister Hale's eyes widened in alarm, the chamber's vibration surged once more, sending the ground shuddering violently. The dust from the ceiling collapsed, revealing a set of ancient stone pedestals with glowing, crystalline orbs atop each one. Silra swiftly assessed their surroundings, her teal eyes darting about as she took in the treacherous environment.

With water rushing across the stone floor, Jeane's voice was laced with desperation as she exclaimed, "My symbol's interference is getting worse! I can barely feel anything through it!" The cleric's gaze remained fixed on the pulsating holy symbol around her neck, her mind racing to find a solution. Sister Hale's steady hand clutched the symbol tightly, her face set in a determined expression.

Silra swiftly backpedaled as the water surged across the stone floor, her eyes locked onto the crystalline orbs. "We're not dealing with polite hospitality anymore," she said, her voice low and urgent. "This place was designed to contain – or dispose of – whatever's in stasis." The sudden deluge of water changed everything, and Silra knew they needed to act fast if they wanted to survive.