Round 531

Merrin's heart hammers as she follows Varrika into the darkness, the sound of rushing water growing louder behind them. The air is thick with noxious gas and the scent of decaying stone. "We need to move fast," she urges, her voice tight with fear. "That blockage won't hold forever." Varikka nods grimly, shifting her weight onto her good leg with a wince. "The hells are rising," she growls, staring at the now-blocked escape route. "We've got maybe minutes before this whole damn place comes down."*

Merrin clutches her mace tighter, dark eyes scanning the darkness ahead. "Then we move fast. Forward is our only option unless you fancy being buried alive." Varikka nods grimly and starts forward, each step a jolt of agony through her sprained ankle. "Stay close," she mutters. "And keep your eyes open for any sign of that... thing."