Round 48

As the ground shuddered violently beneath her feet, Jeane struggled to maintain her balance, exhaustion threatening to overwhelm her despite her best efforts. The rusted key in Silra's hand pulsed with an intense, otherworldly heat, its metal vibrating furiously as ancient corruption pressed harder against them. The water channel surged forward, rushing toward the completion of environmental containment, and Jeane knew they were running out of time. "Stopping is death," she warned, her teal eyes narrowing across the collapsing bridge, "they're herding us into containment protocol according to Silra's reading of wrongness signatures." Her hands trembled as she raised them, arcane energy crackling around her fingers in a desperate bid for defense against the increasing pressure from beneath.