Round 85

Seraphine teeters on the edge of the chasm, her sharp eyes darting across the precarious platforms below. The air crackles with ancient magic as she fights to maintain her balance, muscles trembling with exertion. Halie! She cries out, her voice barely carrying over the rush of air. Grab onto something solid—quickly! Her gaze frantically searches for any handhold or anchor point that might save them both from plummeting into the darkness. The adrenaline surges through her veins as she fights to maintain her footing on the crumbling stone.

Below, Halie moves to interpose herself between Jeane and the construct, her hand closing around the hilt of her heavy mace. Her voice cuts through the crackling air, sharp with barely contained urgency. Seraphine— She begins, but her words are cut short as the bound spirit's runes pulse faster in response to Jeane's words—each beat sending a fresh wave of dark energy across the chamber.

Seraphine gasps as another tremor shakes the stone floor beneath her feet. She stumbles backward, barely catching herself on a nearby pillar. Damn it! She hisses through gritted teeth, her heart racing even as she tries to focus on the ancient runes before her. I can feel the magic... it's old and powerful, but unstable. The whole chamber could come down if we're not careful.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as she traces the intricate patterns with her fingertips. There has to be a way to stabilize this... a sequence or trigger that'll hold everything in place long enough for us to get Merrin out. Her sharp eyes narrow as she concentrates, the wizard's mind working overtime to decipher the ancient magical code.