Round 5

As Jeane's fingers danced along the edge of the runes, her touch sent a ripple through the ancient binding seals. The air vibrated with raw power, a heartbeat-like pulse that seemed to throb in response to her touch. Her eyes narrowed, her crimson gaze piercing the swirling darkness below. "These aren't ordinary binding seals—they're designed to contain demonic entities specifically," she whispered, tracing the sigils with a reverent hand. The trapdoor hummed in response, its energy coursing through her like a warning.

Merrin's voice was laced with trepidation as she spoke, her words barely above a whisper. "Shadow demons, eh? Lovely." Her eyes darted between Jeane's face and the pulsing runes, her gaze flicking towards Varrika before returning to the depths below. The air seemed to vibrate with an ominous energy, as if the very woods themselves were warning them away.