Round 7

The stone floor near the gate split open with a loud crack, revealing a hidden pit. A wave of dust and debris spilled down into the depths, and the air inside the barrier shimmered with increased urgency.

"Traps! Everyone watch your step!" Merrin called out, already scanning the surrounding stonework for any other signs of hidden dangers. The ground trembled again, more violently this time. She caught herself against the wall, fingers digging into the rough stone as a wave of dust washed over them.

Whatever's happening, it's not good, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. This whole situation felt wrong—too easy, too convenient. And now, with the ground literally cracking open beneath their feet, it was clear that something dangerous lay ahead.

Jeane felt the tremors intensify, the magic in those ancient runes pulsing with warning—this entire chamber was a trap waiting to spr...