Round 41

The sound of Jeane's voice echoing up from below sends Merrin into a panic. She drops to her knees at the edge of the catwalk, frantically peering over the edge. "Jeane? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for a response.

Varrika barks out orders, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Merrin, get that rope secured! Halie, keep your wits about you—we can't afford to lose anyone else to this damnable tower and its tricks." The dwarf warrior's eyes scan the crumbling catwalk, assessing its structural integrity with a veteran's instincts.

Halie stands frozen, her mind racing as he tries to process what just happened. The thought of losing Jeane sends a jolt of fear through him, but Varrika's command brings his training into focus. He takes a deep breath and nods, steeling himself for whatever comes next.

The group works in frantic coordination to secure the rope and prepare for a rescue attempt. The tower groans ominously around them, reminding everyone that time is of the essence.