Round 98

Seraphine nods grimly, her mace at the ready. Agreed. The air grows colder by the second. Something ancient sleeps here, and I don't think it wants to stay asleep. She moves closer to Halie instinctively. We should stick together until we understand what we're dealing with.

As they speak, the shadows on the walls seem to writhe and twist, forming vague shapes that suggest humanoid figures reaching out towards them. The temperature continues to drop, and a faint, insidious whispering fills the air—a chorus of voices just beyond hearing.

Jeane's voice echoes down from above. Halie! Seraphine! Report in! What do you see down there? Her tone carries both concern and barely restrained impatience.