Round 56

The chamber's air shifted, charged with an arcane electricity that made Seraphine's skin prickle and her hair stand on end. The room seemed to expand around them, shadows twisting into animate shapes that writhed and pulsed like living things. Merrin's face was a mask of shock and terror as she tried to pull away from the crystal, but her feet remained rooted to the stone floor. Varrika's crossbow lay discarded nearby, its bolt still embedded in the shattered statue. The voices began again—loud now, distinct, chanting a single word that echoed through the chamber: "Come." Serrine felt her mind stretching, pulled thin by the relentless rhythm of the voices and the pulsing energy from the crystal. Every beat of her heart was a fresh surge of power, a connection to something ancient and vast. Merrin's face blurred beside her, mouth open in a silent scream of pure terror. "Merrin," Serrine gasped, her voice echoing strangely as if she spoke from the bottom of a deep well. "Can you hear them? Feel this?" The vortex pulled at them both, an irresistible force dragging their bodies toward...