Round 120

Seraphine staggers as another violent tremor shakes the chamber, her elegant robes swirling with the motion. She yanks her hand back from the pulsing symbol on the wall, eyes wide with alarm. "Jeane! The whole place is about to come down!" The air around her crackles with residual energy, and the ghostly image of the Bound Spirit flickers before her, its coal-black eyes burning with malevolent intensity. "I felt something... ancient. Powerful." She stumbles toward the narrow passageway leading back up, one hand pressed against the wall for support. "We need to get out of here—now!" The stone beneath her feet groans ominously. "The floor feels like it's about to give way!"

Jeane clings to the crumbling wall, her dark wings half-spread for balance. Her crimson eyes narrow as she studies the unstable chamber. "Wait! Don't just run blindly toward another collapse!" She approaches cautiously, her voluptuous form moving with predatory grace despite the precarious footing. "Let me check the structural integrity first." As she nears Seraphine, another tremor hits. Dust rains down from the ceiling, and a section of the wall near Seraphine collapses, sending a torrent of debris cascading toward her.