Round 154

The Voice's laughter echoed through the dimension like a physical blow, and Merrin felt their magic waning dangerously low—fuck. The ground beneath them cracked with a sound like shattering glass, sending Varrika stumbling backward as the crystal platform tilted at an impossible angle. The dwarf's powerful hands found purchase on a jagged edge, fingers digging into the smooth surface even as it shifted and warped under their grip.

The air around them seemed to thicken, pressing in with an otherworldly energy that made Merrin's skin crawl. They knew they needed to act fast—if this dimension wanted to separate them, they'd have to fight harder than ever before.