Round 90

Silence falls heavy within the hidden chamber, broken only by the faint sound of Halie's breathing as she concentrates. The younger woman stands motionless near the threshold, her mace gripped tightly in both hands while her eyes remain closed in focused concentration. Every muscle in her body seems coiled like a spring ready to release at the slightest provocation. When she finally speaks, it's barely above a whisper—"There's... something moving deeper within. I can feel it." Jeane shifts uncomfortably against the wall where Seraphine had pushed her moments before, her wings twitching with barely contained anxiety. "How far?" she asks softly.

Seraphine moves to stand beside Halie, her sharp elven eyes scanning every inch of the corridor visible beyond the doorway. "Not far," the wizard responds grimly, "and whatever it is... it's not alone." She reaches into her robe with one hand, drawing out a small crystal that begins to glow faintly as she activates its magical properties. "Stay alert. Both of you."