Round 158

Seraphine steps forward, her sharp eyes fixed on the ethereal figure despite the fear coiling in her stomach. "Your games end here," she says, her voice steady despite the tremor running through her. The air crackles with residual magic, and dust from the collapsing passage behind them coats everything in a layer of grey grit. She raises her hands, the arcane runes inscribed on her fingers glowing with a soft blue light. "I won't let your tricks claim more lives." The tunnel groans around them, stone grinding against stone as another tremor shakes the floor.*