Round 4

I watch Halie's attempt at communication with growing unease, my hand instinctively moving to the crossbow slung across my back. The figure materializing in the crystal is... unsettling. Its empty eyes and pale skin make it look less like a victim of oppression and more like something that should have stayed buried. When Seraphine moves up beside me, I feel a flicker of relief—at least someone else sees what I do. I lean in close to whisper, "This doesn't feel right. That thing looks hungry." My eyes dart around the room, searching for other threats or escape routes. The idea of releasing something like that into our world feels like a terrible mistake in the making.