Round 113

Jeane descends the final rickety step of the collapsed catwalk, her crimson eyes fixed on the flickering runes below. "This is a fool's errand," she mutters, more to herself than to Seraphine. "The very air here screams of dark sorcery—we should be leaving, not delving deeper." She circles the edge of the chamber warily, her gaze scanning every shadow. "The path is already failing behind us—those flickering lights won't last much longer." Her wings instinctively unfurl for balance on the shifting ground. "Whatever test this spirit demands... it won't be worth whatever price it exacts."