Round 238

Varrika’s heart hammered in her chest as she stumbled through the darkness, her hands outstretched to keep her from falling. The ground beneath her feet was shifting and unstable, and with each step, she felt herself teetering on the edge of disaster. "Merrin!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "Where are you? Answer me!" But there was no response—only the sound of her own panicked breathing and the ominous groaning of the collapsing chamber around her. She knew she had to keep moving, had to find a way out of this hellish place before it collapsed entirely. And as she groped her way forward in the darkness, she couldn't shake the feeling that something else was down here with them—something ancient and malevolent that had been waiting for them to stumble into its lair.*