Round 116

The chamber floor bucks like a restless beast beneath Seraphine's feet, sending her stumbling backward against the cold stone wall. "Fuck!" She gasps, her sharp eyes darting around the rapidly shifting space as dust swirls in choking clouds. The ancient symbols etched into the walls pulse with malevolent light, each flicker seeming to feed the Bound Spirit's writhing form at the chamber's center. "This entire place is alive... and hungry." She draws her heavy mace in a fluid motion, its ornate blade glinting faintly in the dim ambient magic. The rumbling voice echoes through the stone once more, its words sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. "The Test of Worthiness... begins." Seraphine's keen elven gaze narrows as she scans the pulsing runes, her mind racing to decipher their ancient meaning before the entire chamber collapses around them all. "Jeane was right—this is no simple binding circle. We're standing in the heart of some dark sorcerer's twisted ritual..." She takes a cautious step forward, her robes swirling around her lithe form as she prepares to investigate further despite the obvious dangers.