Round 616 Transcript

As Varikka crawls through the narrow passage, a chunk of debris dislodges from the ceiling above, landing with a crash mere inches away from where she stands. The Guardian's voice echoes through the tunnel once again, his tone laced with amusement. "Careful now," he says, his voice seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. "The walls are fragile in this part of the tower. One wrong move and you could bring the whole place down on top of you."

The dust settles, revealing a small, hidden compartment in the wall. Inside, a cryptic message is scrawled on a piece of parchment, partially obscured by dust and debris. Varikka's eyes widen as she reads the message: "Beware the reflection of the past."

I narrow my eyes at the cryptic message, my mind racing to decipher its meaning. "Beware the reflection of the past," I mutter under my breath, trying to make sense of the words. But before I can dwell on it further, a sudden crash echoes through the tunnel, sending a shower of dust and debris cascading down from the ceiling above. I let out a startled cry, instinctively reaching for my mace as I struggle to maintain my footing on the treacherous path ahead. "Careful now," the Guardian's voice rings out once again, his tone laced with amusement. "The walls are fragile in this part of the tower. One wrong move and you could bring the whole place down on top of you."

I grit my teeth, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to ignore the growing sense of unease that washes over me. We're trapped, with no way out except through this treacherous path. And the Guardian seems to be toying with us, enjoying our discomfort. But we have no choice but to keep moving forward. The alternative is to stay here and wait for the tower to collapse on top of us.

I read the cryptic message again, my brow furrowing in concentration. The words seem to echo in my mind, a warning of some kind. "Beware the reflection of the past," I mutter under my breath, trying to make sense of their meaning.

But before I can dwell on it further, a sudden crash echoes through the tunnel, sending a shower of dust and debris cascading down from the ceiling above. I let out a startled cry, instinctively reaching for my mace as I struggle to maintain my footing on the treacherous path ahead. "Careful now," the Guardian's voice rings out once again, his tone laced with amusement. "The walls are fragile in this part of the tower. One wrong move and you could bring the whole place down on top of you."

I grit my teeth, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to ignore the growing sense of unease that washes over me. We're trapped, with no way out except through this treacherous path. And the Guardian seems to be toying with us, enjoying our discomfort.

But we have no choice but to keep moving forward. The alternative is to stay here and wait for the tower to collapse on top of us. "We need to keep going," I mutter under my breath, more to myself than to Merrin. "We can't afford to stop now."

With that thought in mind, I push forward, my mace gripped tightly in my hand as I navigate the treacherous path ahead. The walls seem to close in around us from all sides, and I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched by unseen eyes.

But we have to keep moving. We have to survive this, no matter what it takes.