Round 10

As Jeane stood resolute against the noxious fumes, her crimson eyes blazing with determination, Silra hastened to tend to their afflicted eyes, while Hale rummaged through their waterskins in a desperate bid to dilute the gas's effects. The rhythmic thrumming below seemed to grow more insistent, its mechanical heartbeat pulsating like a living entity. Jeane's voice cut through the din, her words laced with authority as she commanded the air before her, tracing sigils of command that shimmered in response to her will.