Round 78

The crystal pulsed again, its surface rippling like water disturbed from below. The ancient symbols on the walls seemed to glow faintly in response, their meanings lost to time but their power undeniable. Varrika shifted her grip on Serrine, her muscles tensing as she prepared to defend against whatever threat might emerge. “We need to move,” Merrin hissed, her dark eyes darting around the chamber. The air hummed with magical energy, a low vibration that seemed to resonate in their very bones.