Round 203

The binding circle's symbols shift wildly, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. The clock face mechanism hums to a stop, its numbers settling into a new pattern. Seraphine’s eyes lock onto the mechanism, her gaze intense. “We need to spin the hands clockwise,” she says, her voice steady despite the tension in her body.*

Jeane hesitates, her hand hovering over the clock face. The creature behind them takes another step forward, its legs unfolding like a spider's. The ground shudders beneath them as the tower groans and collapses around them more rapidly.*