Round 80

Seraphine's fingers work deftly, tying more knots in the makeshift rope harness while keeping one eye on Halie's growing panic and Jeane's reckless bravery below. Easy does it—one wrong move and we're all falling. She mutters under her breath, sweat beading on her brow from the strain of holding their combined weight. You two need to calm down and think this through. Releasing ancient bound souls sounds like a terrible idea—especially if they're as malevolent as Merrin claims. Seraphine glances nervously at the groaning catwalk beneath them. And for the love of all that's holy, stop shaking the damn platform!