Round 7

The violet glow from the gate pulsed brighter still, casting an eerie light on the mist's slow, creeping advance as Varrika watched, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. The sound of scraping stone grew louder, until it became a deafening screech that sent shivers down the spines of the companions. Merrin crouched low, scanning the shadows for movement, while Jeane stepped forward, her wings unfolding to shield them from whatever emerged through the mist.