Round 4

Amidst the Whispering Woods' eerie silence, Jeane's incantation stirred the ancient gate, its runes glowing with an otherworldly light. The shallow indentation deepened, humming with vibrations as the lock yielded to her spell. Halie's cautious gaze met Jeane's, her hand instinctively reaching for the silver holy symbol of their goddess, now warm against her palm.

As the gate's magic responded to Jeane's incantation, a subtle counter-spell rippled through the air, threatening to disrupt the ward. Halie's voice remained measured, yet laced with concern, as she warned, "This is not a good sign." The air seemed to vibrate with tension, the silence of the woods heavy with anticipation.