Round 810 Transcript

Merrin's grip on the Leather-bound book tightens as she gazes up at Varika, her eyes filled with a mix of despair and determination. "We must keep moving," she rasps, her voice barely audible over the sound of dripping water and her own ragged breathing. Varika nods weakly, her face etched with exhaustion and grief. As Merrin attempts to stand, her injured ankle protests with a searing pain. She winces, clutching at her leg as the leather-bound book slips from her grasp, opening to a page with a cryptic passage: "Where shadows fall, darkness rises." The words seem to mock her, their meaning unclear in this desperate moment. With a Herculean effort, Merrin pushes herself upright, supporting Varika's weight as she stumbles towards the hidden chamber's narrow exit. The water outside has risen to knee-deep, and the sound of rushing water grows louder by the second. With each step, the pressure mounts, making it clear that time is running out for them to escape this treacherous place.

Gods, I can barely stand on this ankle. Varikka, we can't keep going like this. We're both spent, and I don't know how much longer my leg will hold out. That hidden chamber looks stable enough for now, but who knows how long that'll last. If we push too hard, too fast, we could end up right back where we started - or worse. I... I don't think I have the strength to carry you if your ankle gives out again.