Round 10

As Jeane's blue glow illuminated the cracked asphalt, a concealed spike trap revealed itself, its razor-sharp bar poised to spring. The air shivered with an otherworldly energy as the spell scanned the area, and the trap's mechanism began to melt under the magical force. With a soft click, the spikes retracted, their threat neutralized. Jeane turned to Sister Hale, her eyes drawn to the intricate carving on the cleric's staff. The symbol was one of an obscure order of healers and minor miracle-workers, and Jeane felt an inexplicable connection to it. She reached out a gloved hand, tracing the worn metal edge with a sense of reverence.