Round 855

The sound of rushing water fills the air, a constant reminder of their precarious position above the underground river. Varikka’s injured ankle throbs in agony, and Merrin’s grip on her arm tightens as she struggles to keep her stable. "Can you walk?" she asks, her voice tight with concern. "We need to keep moving if we want to survive this." Varikka nods, gritting her teeth against the torment. The dwarf’s eyes show determination, but every step will be pure agony.

Elric works frantically at the stone door, his torch flickering wildly as he tries to open it. "Hurry!" Merrin shouts, her voice barely audible over the roar of The Guardian. The sound of grinding rock fills the air as the creature throws itself against the barrier again and again.