Round 6

As the last wisps of sunlight faded from the crumbling stone tower's entrance, the air grew heavy with an unnatural stillness, punctuated only by the faint, mournful sighs of the wind through the broken stonework. The violet glow from the gate pulsed brighter still, casting an eerie light on the mist's slow, creeping advance.

Seraphine watched in horrified fascination as the tendrils of mist curled around the fallen skeletons' bones, the violet glow intensifying with each passing moment. This is no natural decay, she murmured, her voice barely audible over the scraping of stone against stone. A cold sweat broke out on her skin as she felt a sudden, inexplicable pressure behind her eyes, like an ancient memory trying to force its way free.

Jeane's dark energy coiled around her fingers like a living thing as she raised her hand, commanding attention in the chamber. The violet light pulsed again, and she felt it—the wrongness of this magic seeping into the very stone. Halt! Her voice cut through the chamber, sharp and commanding. That mist isn't natural decay—it's active corruption, rewriting bone itself. Halie's wards won't stop this alone.

Merrin's eyes darted towards the walls, scanning for any sign of a hidden lever or pressure plate that might be triggering this unnatural decay. I feel a chill run down my spine as the mist tendrils curl around the fallen skeletons' legs, the violet glow pulsing with an almost hungry intensity. Seraphine's words echo my own grim thoughts. This isn't just some ancient trap—it's something actively hostile, rewriting even the very bones of the dead to serve its own dark purpose.