Round 76

Seraphine’s eyes narrow as she studies the ancient stonework, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into the crumbling masonry. This entire section is compromised, she calls down to Jeane below, the way the stones fell tells me there's a fault line running through this whole support structure. Her gaze shifts to Merrin, now transformed into something… other. And whatever they’ve done to her—Seraphine’s voice drops lower—it’s not just binding. This is architecture of the soul, and I don’t think we should trust anything that lets someone build like this. The wizard begins circling the chamber's edge, her keen mind working through the problem even as her body remains tense. There has to be another way down, she mutters more to herself than anyone else, some hidden passage or alternate route. This kind of security usually has multiple layers—Seraphine suddenly stops, her eyes narrowing at a section of wall that seems just….