Round 115

Merrin cracked the ancient lock with practiced ease, standing aside as Varrika shouldered open the protesting door. The chamber beyond was larger, its walls lined with writhing carvings illuminated by their torches. At the center loomed a massive stone statue, and at its base—a slumped figure that stirred as they watched.

The creature spoke in a dry rasp, welcoming them while promising doom to all who sought the sword. It detailed a challenge: each would face their "greatest fear." Varrika stepped forward defiantly, but the entity's gaze shifted to Merrin. "Your friend... she has other ideas," it hissed conspiratorially, leaving Merrin whirling to search the empty corridor behind them for any sign of what—or who—it meant.