Round 56

The stone basin pulsed with an ominous light as Seraphine approached, the liquid inside shifting and swirling in ways that made her skin crawl. The patterns it formed seemed almost sentient, watching them with unseen eyes. She could feel the magic in the air growing thicker, more oppressive, like a physical weight pressing down on her chest.

Jeane's voice was steady as she agreed to treat her wound, but Seraphine noticed the way her hand tightened around the mace, the tension in her shoulders. The dark reflection inside her was clearly feeding off this place, growing stronger with each passing moment. They needed to get away from here, find a safe space where she could tend to Jeane's injury without whatever malevolent force resided in this chamber interfering.

She led the way through the narrow gap Jeane had spotted earlier, grateful for the relative safety it offered compared to the open chamber with its pulsing basin and glowing symbols. The passage was tight, forcing them to squeeze through single-file, but at least they were putting some distance between themselves and that... thing. "We should find a more secure location to treat your wound," she suggested, glancing back at Jeane as she followed her through the cramped space. "Somewhere less... active."