Round 96

Varrika's fingers tighten around Merrin's arm as the ground trembles beneath them, her scarred knuckles whitening with tension. The air crackles with eldritch energy that makes every hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The mirrors lining the hidden chamber shift and writhe in response to their presence, each surface catching the flickering torchlight and reflecting it back in ways that make her head spin. She'd faced worse than a few creepy mirrors, though she had to admit these ones gave her the distinct urge to look away. But even as fear threatens to overwhelm her, Varrika knows that they cannot turn back now. They've come too far, sacrificed too much to give up on their quest for the Time-Splitting Sword. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what lies ahead...

Merrin's sharp eyes catch movement in the shadows - or perhaps it's just the flickering light playing tricks on her vision. She whispers something under her breath, but Varrika can't make out the words over the creaking of the stone around them.