Round 8

As Seraphine stood back from the ancient gate, her eyes locked onto the writhing runes, she felt an ominous energy coursing through the air. The thick, oppressive atmosphere seemed to thicken with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality was alive and watching them. Her gaze drifted to Jeane's scorched arm, a stark reminder of the dark power they were about to face.

Jeane's voice cut through the tension, her words laced with silk and steel. "Sister Halie, your faith is admirable but misplaced here." The warning was clear, a dark promise of what lay beyond the threshold. Seraphine's breath caught in her throat as she forced herself to focus, her heart hammering against her ribs. She knew that this ancient power was not to be trifled with, and that their goal of infiltrating the tower would require more than mere obedience.