Round 206

Merrin's eyes narrow as she studies the shifting glass fragments scattered across the floor. The twisted reflections within them send a shiver down her spine—a chill that has nothing to do with the sudden drop in temperature. "Varrika," she says softly, "I don't think we should be messing with this." The walls around them seem to ripple and distort, like water disturbed by a strong current. An unnatural energy fills the air, making it hard to breathe properly.