Round 761

The air was thick with the dust of crumbling stone and the scent of impending disaster. Varrika pressed herself against one of the massive pillars supporting the ceiling, her injured ankle throbbing with each beat of her heart. "Merrin," she hissed, her eyes fixed on the corridor entrance where The Guardian had last been seen. "Where are you?"*

Merrin emerged from behind a pile of rubble, her face pale but determined. "I found something," she said, holding up what looked like an ornate key carved from bone. "It was buried under all this debris."*

Varrika's expression darkened. "What good is a key if we have nowhere left to unlock?"*