Round 245

Varrika crouched down beside the shifting stones, her scarred hands tracing their edges with practiced precision. The message was clear: "Turn back now." Her expression was grim, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "These aren't just stones," she growled, more to herself than Merrin. "There's a pattern here—a warning maybe." She glanced up at Merrin, her gaze sharp and assessing. "What do you think? Should we heed the warning or push forward?"