Round 345 Transcript

Varikka takes a step back, her eyes fixed on the crumbling stonework. "I think I see something," she says, her voice barely audible over the creaking stone. She gestures to a small, almost imperceptible seam in the wall. Merrin hurries over, peering at the seam. It looks like a pressure plate, but it's buried deep in the stone, and there's no clear way to activate it. The water surges again, threatening to sweep them away. The creatures close in, their glowing eyes fixed on the pair. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot as they emerge from the darkness, their twisted bodies writhing like living shadows. Merrin's injured leg protests with every step, making it harder to keep Varikka upright. The ledge creaks ominously, and the ground shudders beneath their feet.

Merrin crouches down, her fingers scrabbling at the slick stonework as she searches desperately for any sign of a hidden switch or pressure plate. The water surges around her boots, threatening to sweep her off her feet as she strains to see through the dim light. "I don't see anything!" Merrin calls out, her voice tight with panic. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The ledge creaks ominously beneath her feet, and she can feel the ground shuddering with each passing second.