Round 107

Merrin stands there for a second, processing what she just learned—or rather, what she just remembered about this... Watcher thing. It's not new information exactly; it's more like her mind suddenly supplied the missing piece to a puzzle she didn't even know was incomplete. The memory tastes metallic and old—like rusted iron mixed with decaying parchment. She can feel her fists clenching, a subconscious reaction to something that doesn't belong in this timeline. This thing... it's not supposed to be here. Not like this. Not interacting with mortals like they're playthings.

Varrika stands beside Merrin, her expression unreadable as always. But there's a tension in her posture that speaks volumes—this discovery has shifted something fundamental for both of them. The air crackles with tension as they stand before this massive Watcher creature, its presence filling the chamber with an oppressive, ancient power that feels both familiar and terrifyingly alien at once.

Seraphine continues to explain the situation, her voice steady despite the weight of what she's revealing. Merrin's expression softens slightly, her anger momentarily replaced by a look of concern. The Watcher's massive body remains motionless, its piercing gaze fixed on Seraphine as if daring her to proceed. The air in the chamber seems to vibrate with tension, the low hum growing louder as the Watcher's power continues to build.

Suddenly, without warning, a surge of arcane energy erupts from the creature. It's not aimed at them—at least, not directly—but the backlash is enough to make Merrin stagger backward, her eyes wide with shock. "What the fuck was that?" She hisses, looking around frantically for any sign of immediate danger.

Varrika remains still, her gaze fixed on the Watcher. But there's a flicker of something in her expression—fear? No, not quite. More like... recognition. As if she's seen something like this before, something she'd rather forget. "Seraphine..." Her voice is barely above a whisper. "What did you just do?"*