Round 127

Seraphine felt her heart skip a beat as Jeane's powerful arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close against the succubus woman's soft curves. Easy now—she began, but was cut off by another violent tremor shaking the stone around them. The elf wizard's keen eyes darted to the crumbling ceiling above, then down to the dark chasm yawning below where Merrin had vanished. We need to move. Now. She brushed dust from her robes with practiced efficiency, already scanning for magical signatures or hidden safeties in the unstable passage. That spirit's energy is getting stronger—if we don't find a way to secure this shaft before the whole floor collapses...