Round 65 Transcript

The guard leader's eyes narrow as he inspects the brick compartment, his gaze lingering on the hidden message. "This could be a trap," he growls, hand on the hilt of his sword. A fresh burst of scuttling noise echoes from beneath the street, growing louder still. The massive chitinous limb claws at the stone once more, its rhythmic bursts of ash spilling out in time with the increasing commotion.