Round 193

Jeane moves with practiced ease through the shifting corridors of glass and shadow, her wings half-spread for balance. The air here tastes wrong—like metal and decay mixed with something sweet that makes her stomach churn. Each step echoes too loudly in the endless space between walls that shouldn't exist according to any geometry she understands. Seraphine follows close behind, her sharp eyes scanning every surface for traps or clues. "Stay within arm's reach," Jeane mutters, not taking her gaze off the corridor ahead where multiple paths branch off into impossible angles. "One wrong turn in here and we could end up anywhere—or nowhere." The wizard nods tightly, her fingers twitching with the urge to cast protective spells but holding back—every drop of magical energy is precious in this place that seems to feed on power itself. "I see it," she hisses suddenly, pointing down one particularly twisted corridor where a familiar chamber materializes in the glass walls—Merrin's room from their memories, visible through layered doors. "That's the room we found her in." Jeane squints at the distorted space, her expression grim. "Of course it is. The spirit wants us to follow that path—it's leading us deeper into its game."