Round 109

The Voice spoke again, its words seeming to come from everywhere at once. "You must choose quickly," it said, the mist swirling in response to its voice. "The magic is fading fast." Merrin could feel the energy in the room growing weaker by the second, each breath more difficult than the last.

Serrine's grip on the crystal tightened, her eyes wide with concern as she watched Merrin struggle against whatever was happening to her. The light from the crystal pulsed faster now, casting strange shadows across the chamber walls.

"Merrin!" Varrika's voice called out from somewhere in the mist. "Fight it! Whatever that thing is doing to you, don't let it win!"

But Merrin felt like she was drowning in sensation, the pleasure from the crystal overwhelming her senses. She could barely remember why she needed to resist it.