Round 85

Jeane's crimson gaze locks onto Kael with predatory intensity as she lowers her crossbow just enough to signal restraint without vulnerability. Fine. You want to play games? Let’s play. Her voice carries a dangerous edge that slices through the chamber's oppressive silence. But know this, guardian—I'm not some innocent maiden who'll be swayed by pretty words and mysterious offers. My patience wears thin for those who waste it.

Seraphine watches the exchange unfold with growing unease, her sharp elven eyes taking in every subtle shift in posture and tone. The dangerous glint in Jeane's crimson gaze sends a shiver down her spine—her succubus companion is teetering on a razor's edge, barely maintaining control over the dark reflection that still clings to her like shadow. She must intervene before things spiral out of control. Enough! Both of you!

Kael regards them both with an infuriatingly calm expression, seemingly unaffected by Jeane's barely-veiled threat. The riddle is a test of worthiness, not a game of strength. He gestures to the floating puzzle box with one pale hand. Those who would escape must prove themselves deserving. Only then will the true path be revealed.

The rushing water echoes through the chamber like a mocking laugh, a constant reminder that time is their enemy. Seraphine's keen eyes scan the room once more—stone shelves lined with dusty artifacts, flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows, and the ominous figure of Kael standing between them and whatever lies beyond this locked door. Very well. We'll play your game... for now.

She steps closer to Jeane, her voice dropping to a low tone meant only for her companion's ears. But remember—we need answers, not conflict. Keep your temper in check, sister. The darkness still clings to you, and we cannot afford another incident like before.