Round 419

The stone beneath their feet groans ominously as Merrin descends the treacherous staircase, her grip firm on Varikka's arm for support. The Guardian's voice echoes ominously through the darkness, a chilling reminder of their predicament. She glances back at the water pressure gauge, its rising numbers sending a fresh wave of dread coursing through her. We need to move faster, Varikka. That tunnel behind us is collapsing faster than I anticipated.