Round 67

Jeane's hand finds the hilt of her mace as she takes another step towards the tunnel entrance. The ground beneath her feet gives a slight tremble, and the dark reflections of Merrin and Halie remain motionless, their twisted faces inches from Jeane's, but their eyes seem drawn to the faint, flickering glow in the distance. The pulsating runes on the walls continue their eerie pulsing, casting an unsettling light across the chamber.

Suddenly, the ground shakes violently. Dust rains down from the ceiling, and a low groan echoes through the stone around them. The water in the pool churns with renewed activity, spraying droplets that hiss against the hot runes lining its edge. Seraphine instinctively moves closer to Jeane, her staff raised defensively even as she struggles to maintain its light.

"We should go," Jeane says, her voice tight but firm. "This place is unstable." The dark reflections of Merrin and Halie seem to shiver with the tremor, their forms wavering for a moment before solidifying once more. Their eyes remain fixed on Jeane, filled with...

Jeane's hand finds the hilt of her mace as she takes another step towards the tunnel entrance.