Round 10

As Halie's palm pressed firmly against the stone, her conviction resonated with the gentle hum of the goddess's light within her. The air seemed to thicken with anticipation, the very fabric of reality responding to her words. Merrin stepped back, his eyes fixed on the shifting runes, while Varrika stood guard, her mace at the ready. Jeane's gaze met Halie's, a flicker of tension between them as Halie's voice carried a steady tone, unwavering in the face of ancient evil.