Round 68

The ground shakes again, harder this time. Seraphine's light cantrip flickers and dies as the stone beneath our feet groans in protest. The water in the pool churns violently, spraying droplets that hiss against the hot runes lining its edge. Merrin's reflection moves closer to Jeane, its dark form rippling like water as it approaches from behind. The air seems to thicken around it, making every breath feel heavier and more labored. The thing on the throne shifts slightly, its attention turning towards us with an unsettling sense of... interest? Jeane's voice is tight but firm as she speaks, her hand still gripping the hilt of her mace. "We should go. This place is unstable." Seraphine nods, her eyes darting between Jeane and the growing darkness in the chamber. "But where? The passage behind us could collapse at any moment, and that... thing... in the water..." Her voice trails off as another tremor runs through the stone around us.