Round 546

Varikka's wrist burned with rope friction as she descended into darkness. The sound of rushing water grew louder with each step, and the ground beneath her feet shook more violently. She felt a jolt of pain from her sprained ankle—agony flared up her leg—and she grimaced, wincing in discomfort as she tried to put weight on it. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and mold, and the flickering light from below cast eerie shadows on the walls.