Round 560

The chamber's temperature plunged instantly, visible breaths misting in the sudden cold. The air thickened visibly, swirling fog tendrils curling around the party like grasping fingers. The Guardian's eyes glowed brighter, casting eerie light through the clinging vapor.

Merrin squinted into the oppressive mist, trying to discern threats hidden within the swirling darkness. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she strained to see any sign of danger or escape route.

Varrika's jaw clenched, teeth grinding audibly as she fought back a wave of panic. The cold seeped into her bones, but a fierce determination flared in her eyes. "Alright," she growled, voice steady despite the terror churning in her gut. "Let's move. This fog won't stop us."