Round 78

The sound of rushing water fills the air as Jeane and Seraphine tumble down onto the lower ledge, coming to rest against a jagged outcropping. They lie there for a moment, gasping for breath and processing their near escape from certain death by drowning. "That was..." Seraphine begins, then stops, unable to find the right words.

Jeane pushes herself up onto her elbows, wincing as she does so. Her leg is bleeding—she must have caught it on something during their fall. "Yeah," she agrees grimly. "We need to move. That thing upstairs isn’t going to stay trapped forever."