Round 34

Seraphine's sharp eyes widen as she sees the ancient seals on the gate begin to pulse with an ominous blue light. The air crackles with magical energy, and a low hum fills her ears—a sound that sets her teeth on edge. No more reckless magic, Jeane. We can't afford any more... incidents like that one. She turns her attention to Merrin, her expression softening with concern despite the urgency of their situation. Are you alright? Can you move without aggravating anything?

Merrin groans as she tries to sit up, wincing at the pain that shoots through her body. I think so. Everything hurts, but nothing feels... broken. Yet. She looks around at their precarious situation, taking in the rubble-strewn chamber and the ominous blue glow emanating from below. What in all the hells is going on here? And where's Jeane?

Seraphine's jaw tightens at Merrin's question, but she doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she approaches the edge of the pit carefully, peering down into the darkness. I'm not sure, Merrin. But whatever it is... it's powerful. And getting stronger by the minute. The runes on the statue begin to pulse with an eerie blue light, casting strange shadows across the chamber. The air seems to thicken with magic, and a low hum fills their ears.