Round 37

The air grew thick with apprehension as Jeane and Seraphine faced an impossible choice. Before them stretched a corridor that pulsed with an otherworldly light, beckoning them deeper into the unknown. Behind them, the sounds of pursuit grew more menacing by the second—a chorus of growls and wet tearing that spoke of hungry things closing in. Jeane's wings beat rapidly, her crimson eyes scanning the corridor ahead as she considered Seraphine's hesitation.

Every moment we stand here debating is another moment those things catch up to us, she said, her voice tight with urgency. The sorceress reached out with her bloodline magic, trying to sense what pursued them through the stone walls. Seraphine met Jeane's gaze, seeing the fear and determination warring in those crimson eyes. She knew the succubus was right—they had no time for debate. Whatever was sealed in that chamber... it's not just undead. It's something else entirely, something ancient and...

The words died on her lips as another wave of growling echoed through the chamber. The elf scholar took a step back, her keen eyes scanning the corridor ahead. The air inside seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, making her skin prickle with unease. The metallic scent grew stronger, making both women's eyes water and their noses burn.