Round 6

As Halie stepped into the oppressive darkness, her weary form was illuminated by the faint glow of Merrin's crossbow bolts, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. The air was heavy with the weight of centuries of dark magic, and Jeane's eyes met Halie's, a silent understanding passing between them as they cautiously ventured deeper into the tower. The soft click of the ancient lock disengaging had been followed by an eerie silence, and now, the only sound was the soft clinking of metal against stone as Merrin worked on the next mechanism.

Halie's hand instinctively rose to her holy symbol, its silver catching what little light filtered down from above, casting weak shadows that seemed to writhe against the stone. "I hear Varrika's warning and see Merrin take point with her crossbow," she said softly over her shoulder, her voice barely audible over the sound of their footsteps echoing through the chamber. The silver caught what little light, casting weak shadows that seemed to writhe against the stone.