Round 7

As Varrika's grip on her mace tightens, the air around her seems to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality is waiting to be torn asunder. The flickering glow from the walls casts eerie shadows on the stone floor, and the runes on the trapdoor writhe like living serpents, their pulsing power coursing through Merrin's veins like a cold, dark river. Halie's silver holy symbol at the ready, she inspects the runes etched into the metal, her eyes narrowing as she searches for any hidden patterns or weaknesses. The group falls silent, their collective apprehension palpable as they peer into the darkness below.