Round 7

As Jeane's fingers danced across the ancient runes, the flickering blue light cast eerie shadows on her face. Merrin watched with rapt attention, her eyes narrowing as she analyzed the pulsing patterns. The air was heavy with tension, the trees surrounding the tower leaning in as if drawn by an unseen force. "These aren't just wards," Jeane said, standing slowly to face the group, her voice steady despite a growing sense of unease. "They're alive—reactive." The runes seemed to hum in response, their magic pulsating like a diseased heartbeat.

Merrin edged closer, her fingers tracing the stone with a practiced touch. "Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here..." she muttered, her voice hushed. As she pressed her fingertips to the stone, the runes burned cold against her skin, but she didn't flinch. Her eyes scanned the patterns, searching for hidden pressure points or tripwires. "Looks like there's a rhythm to it...like music, almost," she said, her voice low and thoughtful. The runes pulsed in time with her words, their magic weaving a complex spell that Jeane was eager to unravel.