Round 26

The air around Jeane rippled, reality itself bending to her arcane will as she continued her sweep. The scuttling noise from below grew louder, ash bursting forth in rhythmic bursts like a maddening drumbeat. Then, a surge of psychic energy washed over her, making her eyes widen in surprise. "Multiple hostiles present...and they're coordinating their movement," she muttered, fingers weaving complex patterns in the air as she conjured a new spell.

Jeane's horns glinted in the dim light, her crimson gaze burning with dark calculation as she analyzed the situation. The unseen hosts below had escalated their tactics, employing aggressive sensory probes to test and manipulate them. She adjusted her stance, her movements fluid and precise as she wove more intricate patterns in the arcane.

Sister Hale watched the scene unfold, her steady eyes taking in every detail. "We're being herded, separated, and tested by whoever lurks below," she said, her voice firm and resolute. The scraping sound from beneath them, the whispering warnings, and the ground giving way under Silra's feet all pointed to a coordinated effort to create chaos and opportunity for the unknown foe. They wanted the party underground, vulnerable and divided. Sister Hale's gaze locked onto Jeane, her expression a mixture of concern and determination.