Round 84

The water swirled around her ankles, threatening to pull her down into the depths of the lake. Seraphine stood firm on the precarious stone platform, her eyes glowing with a faint blue light in the darkness as she grasped her staff tightly.

She could feel the presence moving closer, its hot breath wafting towards her like a palpable force. The rustling noise grew louder, and she knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to survive this ordeal.