Round 70

Seraphine's staff flickers back to life as they reach the ledge, its pale blue light cutting through the darkness. She clings to the stone with desperate fingers, her chest heaving as she draws ragged breaths. "Too close," she manages, her voice shaking. "If that current had pulled us under again..." Water drips from her soaked robes onto the narrow shelf below, each droplet echoing loudly in the oppressive silence. Her sharp eyes scan the cramped space they've managed to reach—a wide crack in the tunnel wall, barely large enough for both of them. "This is hardly a safe haven," she mutters, more to herself than to Jeane beside her.

Seraphine's gaze drops to her injured ankle, now freshly soaked and throbbing with renewed pain. "We need to find higher ground," she says, her voice gaining some measure of its usual authority despite the lingering tremor. "If this passage floods completely..." She doesn't finish the thought, instead focusing on the practical problem at hand. "Can you boost me up? There might be a larger space above."