Round 94

The hidden chamber revealed itself through the sliding wall, ancient stone grinding against stone in protest. Merrin stumbled back instinctively, her rogue's instincts screaming warnings even as her eyes took in the strange surroundings. The room was lined with mirrors that seemed to shift and change with every flicker of torchlight, their surfaces catching the flame and reflecting it back in ways that made her head spin.

Varrika moved forward with practiced caution, her fighter's training taking over despite the unsettling nature of their surroundings. She'd faced worse than a few creepy mirrors, though she had to admit these ones gave her the distinct urge to look away. The dwarf woman's eyes scanned the room methodically, noting every potential threat and escape route while keeping one hand never far from the haft of her trusty mace.

The ground beneath their feet was unstable, groaning ominously with each step they took deeper into the chamber. Merrin's sharp eyes caught movement in the shadows - or perhaps it was just the flickering light playing tricks on her vision. "Varrika," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper over the creaking of the ancient stone around them.

Varrika spun around, her hand tightening on her mace as she saw the figure in the mirror. It looked eerily like her, but with one crucial difference: its eyes were completely black, and its skin was deathly pale. And it was reaching out towards them, beckoning with fingers that seemed to elongate as Merrin watched.

"We need to break those seals now," Varrika growled, her eyes never leaving the figure in the mirror. "Before whatever's in there decides to join us on this side."