Round 65

The chamber's air crackled with ancient power, the runes on the walls pulsing with an eerie blue light that seemed to seep into the very stone. Serrine stood at the edge of the chamber, her sharp eyes scanning the shifting symbols for any clue or pattern that might explain their situation. She felt a growing unease settle over her, a cold dread that coiled in her stomach like a serpent. Varrika's voice cut through the tension, low and dangerous. "What is this place?" The barbarian stood near the center of the room, her gaze fixed on something only she could see—a dark figure emerging from the shadows, perhaps, or some vision only visible to those lost in a trance. Her hand rested casually on the...