Round 393

The water was already lapping at their ankles when they reached the narrow ledge, the sound of rushing liquid filling the chamber with ominous promise. Merrin's mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her as she clung to the stone, feeling it shudder beneath her hands. Varikka's grip on her arm tightened, the dwarf warrior's strength the only thing keeping her grounded in the moment.

"Move!" Varikka shouted over the roar of water, her eyes fixed on the small opening in the wall ahead. "Now!"

Merrin nodded, not trusting her voice as she began to inch along the ledge, every movement a battle against the rising current and her own terror. The stone beneath them groaned, sending vibrations through their bodies with each step. A chunk of rubble fell from the ceiling, missing them by inches and sending dust swirling into the air.

"We need to find higher ground," Merrin gasped, her eyes darting around the chamber for any sign of escape. "Before this whole place comes down on us."

Varikka nodded grimly, her free hand gripping her heavy mace as she followed close behind. The water was already up to their shins now, swirling with increasing force.

"Stay close," Varikka ordered, her voice barely audible over the rushing liquid. "And watch your footing."