Round 222

The air felt wrong here—thick with ancient energy that made Merrin's skin crawl. The Figure hadn't moved since they'd entered, just stood there watching them both with those burning eyes across the gap. Varrika shifted her grip on the heavy mace again—"What now?" Her voice was low and grim over the rumbling energy from the central pool. Merrin kept her crossbow trained on its center mass, finger resting outside the trigger guard. The Figure remained patient and unblinking.

The very air felt heavy with ancient power and wrongness that made Merrin's skin crawl. Finally, Varrika spoke up—"What now?" Her voice was low and grim over the rumbling energy from the central pool. Merrin kept her crossbow trained on its center mass, finger resting outside the trigger guard. The Figure remained patient and unblinking.

The very air felt heavy with ancient power and wrongness that made Merrin's skin crawl. Finally, Varrika spoke up—"What now?" Her voice was low and grim over the rumming energy from the central pool. Merrin kept her crossbow trained on its center mass, finger resting outside the trigger guard. The Figure remained patient and unblinking.

The very air felt heavy with ancient power and wrongness that made Merrin's skin crawl. Finally, Varrika spoke up—"What now?" Her voice was low and grim over the rumbling energy from the central pool. Merrin kept her crossbow trained on its center mass, finger resting outside the trigger guard. The Figure remained patient and unblink.