Round 566

Merrin works quickly and efficiently, her skilled hands wrapping the bandage around Varrika’s swollen ankle with practiced ease. “There,” she mutters, tying off the makeshift splint. “This should help stabilize it for now.” She looks up at the looming Guardian, its greenish glow intensifying as it watches them. “We need more time,” Merrin says, her voice tight with urgency. “Can you...can you keep this chamber from collapsing on us while we work?” The Guardian’s massive form shifts slightly, and a low rumble echoes through the room. “I will grant you a small window of time,” it intones, its deep voice resonating in Merrin’s chest. “But do not waste it. The trials will begin soon, and you must be prepared.”