Round 73

The air in the chamber grew thick and oppressive, humming with magical energy that made Merrin's skin crawl. The runes on the walls pulsed with a sickly blue glow, casting eerie shadows across the rubble-strewn floor. Varrika’s mace suddenly flared with light, illuminating Serrine’s contorted face as she clutched at her head, her eyes rolling back in her skull. "Serrine!" Merrin cried out, taking a step towards her friend before stopping, afraid to move too quickly in this unstable tomb. The ground beneath Varrika’s feet gave way with a sickening crack. The dwarf warrior tumbled down into the newly opened pit, her curses echoing off the walls as she vanished into the darkness below.

The runes pulsed again, their light growing even more intense. A faint whisper seemed to drift through the chamber, carried on the magical energy that filled the air. “You will never leave this place…” It was followed by a low chuckle that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Merrin’s heart raced as she scanned the chamber for any sign of movement, her crossbow held at the ready...