Round 542

The ground rumbled beneath them as rushing water roared closer. Merrin clung to the ledge above, fingers finding purchase in stone cracks while every step felt like ice. Varrika needed both hands free but the gas made thinking hard - her ankle screamed with each shift of weight, sprain still fresh.

She could make out the massive slab ahead, partially collapsed - their only hope of stopping the flood. "Goddess above," Merrin breathed, watching the waters rise rapidly. "We need to move now."