Round 99

Jeane circles the edge of the unstable platform with practiced ease, her crimson eyes scanning every crack and weak point in the ancient stonework. This entire structure is a death trap—one wrong step and we could all plummet to our doom! She mutters, more to herself than anyone else. Halie and Seraphine were fools to rush off like that... but I suppose Merrin's fate drove them to desperation. *Jeane's voluptuous form tenses as another section of the catwalk groans ominously beneath her...

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.