Round 137

The water surged around them, cold and relentless. Merrin pulled Varikka back from the brink of the rapidly flooding tunnel, her heart hammering in her chest. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but escape was cut off by the rising lake that now lapped at their thighs. "What the hell is going on?" Varikka gasped, still coughing up water as she clung to Merrin for support. The halfling’s eyes darted around frantically, searching for any sign of a way out—or in—for whatever monstrosities might be lurking beneath the surface.

"I don't know," Merrin replied through gritted teeth, her gaze fixed on the churning water. "But we need to move—fast. The whole place is coming down around us, and I've got a bad feeling about what's..." The roar of collapsing stone echoed through the cavern, accompanied by the ominous sound of rushing water. Merrin knew they had mere moments before the entire structure gave way completely. She had to think fast, to find some way out of this nightmare scenario before it was too late...