Round 92

The chamber's stone floor groaned beneath them, ancient mechanisms awakening with a protesting shriek. Varrika lunged forward instinctively, her hand closing around the hilt of her mace even as the ground shifted violently. The dwarf woman stumbled backward, her boots finding no purchase on the suddenly unstable surface. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the flickering torchlight and the way it played across the strange, shifting mirrors lining the walls.

Merrin stood frozen, her dark eyes wide with horror as she stared at her own reflection. The twisted version of herself grinned back, a hungry, predatory smile that had nothing of Merrin's usual quick wit or mischief. The rogue took an involuntary step back, her boots sliding in the scattered glass and dust covering the floor. "Halie," she breathed, her voice shaking with fear and revulsion.

The air seemed to shimmer around them, and for a moment, Varrika could have sworn she saw something move in the shadows cast by the flickering torchlight. She tightened her grip on her weapon, the familiar weight offering little comfort against whatever horrors this place might hold.