Round 128

Jeane's grip on her crossbow tightened as she stared into the abyss below, her crimson eyes glowing like embers in the gloom. That's no spirit down there—it's something old and hungry. She spat the words, her lip curling in disgust. Freeing bound souls is a fool's errand, but we have no choice now. Merrin's down there alone with whatever creature has been trapped alongside her.