Round 8

As Jeane stepped closer to the ancient runes, her crimson eyes gleamed with a fierce light, her dark leathery wings unfolding beneath her cloak like a dark specter. The air seemed to vibrate with the power of the command sequences, and she felt it stirring within her own being, as if the runes were awakening a part of her that had long been dormant. Merrin's cautious steps echoed through the tower, her boots disturbing the dust and debris that coated the stone floor. The darkness pressed in around them, heavy with the weight of centuries of dark magic, and Jeane could feel the malevolent presence stirring within her, a presence that seemed to be drawn to the power of the runes.