Round 24

The ground bucks again, sending a fresh wave of terror through Jeane's body as she clutches at her staff for support. The magical barrier flickers dangerously close to collapse, and she watches in horror as Halie struggles to maintain control over the ancient power threatening to consume them all. "Halie!" Her voice cracks with panic. "You can't keep that up—it'll drain you completely!"

Varikka's reckless charge has only succeeded in stirring up more trouble—the sound of her mace crashing against bone echoes through the corridor, followed by a guttural roar of pain. Behind them, a skeletal horde materializes out of the shadows, their empty eye sockets glowing with malevolent intent as they begin to advance.

Merrin drops into a crouch, her crossbow at the ready as she scans the darkness ahead. The runes on the walls pulse ominously, their patterns shifting into new, more sinister configurations. She can feel the power crackling in the air, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. Halie's barrier spell flickers dangerously close to collapse, and she watches as the elf struggles to maintain her concentration.

Seraphine feels the ground shift beneath her feet again, tilting sharply as they're pushed deeper into the tower's dark heart. The air crackles with an ancient power, a living thing of malevolent intent that seems to be laughing at their futile struggle for control. Varikka's reckless charge has only succeeded in stirring up more trouble—the sound of her mace crashing against bone echoes through the corridor, followed by a guttural roar of pain. Behind them, a skeletal horde materializes out of the shadows, their empty eye sockets glowing with malevolent intent as they begin to advance.

She knows she should be casting a spell, using her arcane knowledge to help, but the ancient magic seeping from every stone in this cursed place is too much. It's like trying to hold back the tide with her bare hands—futile and terrifying.