Round 911 Transcript

As we edge our way along the pit's edge, Varikka's injured ankle throbs in agony, and I can feel her wobbling beneath me. The Guardian's rage-filled gaze fixes on us, its eyes burning with an even greater intensity. "Varikka, can you make it?" I call out, my voice hoarse with fear and exhaustion. She nods, her face set with determination, but her eyes betray a flicker of doubt. Just as we're about to reach the midpoint of the pit, a section of the floor gives way beneath us, and we find ourselves teetering on the edge of the chasm. The Guardian's roar grows louder, and I know we have to act fast – do we try to find a way to cross the pit, or do we risk falling and being trapped forever?

Varikka, we've got to move now! The Guardian's gaining on us and this floor won't hold much longer. Can you make it across to that ledge?

Varrika: Merrin, wait! I can't... my ankle...