Round 7

As the skeletal guardian shuddered into existence, its bone-clad arms raised in a silent warning, Jeane's fingers crackled with power, channeling her energy to counter the conjuration. The violet glow of the gate surged, then snapped back to a deeper, darker hue, as if acknowledging her presence. Halie stepped forward, her silver holy symbol raised in a gesture of warding, her eyes fixed on the skeletal figure with a steady gaze. "Sisters, wait," she cautioned, her voice calm but firm. "This guardian may serve multiple masters – its maker's will, yes, but also our own fears made flesh." Varrika stood watchfully beside Jeane, her mace at the ready, as the three women waited to see how Halie would proceed.