Round 8

As the violet light pulsed brighter, Halie swiftly stepped between Varrika and the gate, her holy symbol glowing softly against the chill of the profane magic. "We need to think, not charge," she said, her voice steady despite the growing unease in her eyes. Merrin nodded in agreement, scanning the shadows for movement as Jeane's wings beat once, sending swirling violet mist.

Jeane's crimson eyes flashed with determination as she spoke, "That gate is sealing! We don't have time for hesitation or tactical debate." Her words were laced with a sense of urgency, and her dark leathery wings seemed to quiver with the effort of maintaining their shape against the unnatural energy. Halie's gaze flicked between Jeane and the gate, her brow furrowed in concern as she weighed their options.