Round 10

Amidst the crumbling stone tower, Seraphine's sharp gaze fixed on the ancient ward, her mind echoing Jeane's words: "this magic isn't meant to keep us out, but to contain something far worse within." The moonlight danced across the intricate runes, which seemed to writhe under its light. A shiver ran down Seraphine's spine as she imagined the horrors that could be trapped behind such powerful enchantment.

Jeane stepped back from the ward, her expression hardening as she pieced together its true function. Her wings shifted restlessly beneath her cloak, a subtle betrayal of her controlled composure. The magic signature was fading, but it wasn't breaking down – it was being suppressed, like a prisoner held captive by an unseen force.