Round 7

As Varrika's silver holy symbol glowed softly in her hand, she continued to bless Jeane's burned skin, her eyes never leaving the gate's shifting runes. The air seemed to thicken with anticipation, the ancient magic pulsing like a living entity beneath their feet. Merrin watched warily from a few paces back, her dark eyes darting between the runes and her companion, her mind racing with the implications of their discovery. The gate's power remained, its malevolent energy seeping into the air like a chill wind, threatening to draw them in with its secrets.