Round 3

As Jeane stepped forward, her wings ruffled softly against the stillness, her movements fluid despite the fatigue weighing on her muscles. The violet light of the Dark Compact's sigils danced across her pale skin, highlighting the intricate tattoos that swirled beneath. Halie approached the gate, her heavy mace held loosely in one hand, her silver holy symbol clutched in the other, as she murmured a silent prayer for guidance and protection against the undead taint that surely lingered within.

Seraphine studied the complex runes with an intensity that bordered on obsession, her eyes narrowing as she deciphered the patterns that told a story of dark sorcery and ancient power. Merrin sidled up to the gate, his eyes darting over the pulsing sigils, muttering softly about wasps and locks. Varrika hefted her mace, eyeing the violet runes with a mix of wariness and determination, warning the others to be careful, as if the very air around them might come alive at any moment.