Round 32

Jeane moves to examine the lock mechanism once more, her crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. This is... unexpected. And dangerous. The way it responded so immediately to your touch—there's an intelligence here, active and likely hostile. She steps closer to Seraphine, her wings shifting in a subtle gesture of unease.

Seraphine hesitates, her eyes fixed on the rune. I think...

The air grows thick with dust and the ominous rumble of shifting stone. I can feel the vibrations through the soles of my boots, a low, insistent warning that time is running out. The rune on the door pulses in sync with my racing heart, its blue light casting an eerie glow over Jeane's determined expression. I take a step back from the door, my hand instinctively moving to the pocket where I keep my spell components—only to remember that they're currently soaked and useless.*

Jeane's voice cuts through the tension. We need to move, now! The structural collapse is accelerating.

Seraphine swallows hard, her gaze darting between Jeane and the ominous door. I... yes. Of course. But where? This entire place could come down around us at any moment.