Round 11

The air crackled with ancient power, settling into their bones like cold fire. The seals pulsed hungrily, magic twisting wrong and alive. Merrin peered down, ignoring her instincts, while Varrika scanned the room for solutions. Seraphine focused on pressure plates below, chain rusted in the corner. Halie gripped her mace, cross fingers tracing silver shape. Jeane paced, wings brushing stone, magic feeding on their desperation. The chamber breathed wrong, hungry for sacrifice or solution.