Round 10 Transcript

Jeane’s Detect Magic flares briefly as her unholy symbol glows, revealing a faint, lingering arcane sigil etched into the third cobblestone ahead. The aura pulses with a low, green hum, marking a secondary pressure plate that will trigger a concealed spike pit if stepped on.

I step carefully to the side of the marked cobblestone, then kneel and trace the sigil with my finger while muttering a prayer for protection. "This stone has seen too much blood already." The arcane lines seem to writhe beneath my touch, resisting but slowly dulling their glow as I channel divine energy into them—an act of spiritual alchemy trying to transform a killing device back into simple roadwork.