Round 10

As Halie's eyes locked onto the skeletal guardian, her voice barely above a whisper, she inquired, "This thing wasn't here before we started working on the wards," her gaze still fixed on the ancient sentinel. The group's attention followed her lead, their faces illuminated by the soft moonlight that filtered through the tower's entrance. Varrika's hand instinctively went to the heavy mace at her side, her expression a mixture of caution and anticipation. Jeane's crimson eyes narrowed as she examined the runes etched into the gate's surface, her mind racing with strategies to bypass the ancient demonic binding magic. The air was heavy with tension, the ground shuddering beneath the skeletal guardian's bony feet, causing the stone panel behind it to creak ominously.