Round 39

Seraphine’s grip on Merrin steadies her as the ground tremors intensify, the sound of thumping growing more insistent and violent. The elf wizard stares at the newly revealed door ajar in the rubble, her sharp eyes narrowing as she senses the wrongness emanating from its darkness. "This is..." She breathes out, more statement than question, her free hand instinctively moving to clench around her staff. The air around them seems to thicken, the swirling fog drawn towards the opening like smoke to a flame. "We cannot simply ignore this. Whatever lies beyond those doors... it clearly wishes for us to enter." Her voice carries a tremor of fear but is tempered with academic curiosity. "Merrin, can you see any signs of traps? Any magical seals or warnings?" She shifts her weight, ready to defend herself or cast protective wards if needed, even as exhaustion pulls at her limbs.