Shadow of the Ancients / Run 008 / Main Story
Round 943 Transcript
Episode 1 · Episode Round 1

As Merrin grabs Varikka's arm, steadying her, the oily substance on the floor continues to flow, making every step a treacherous challenge. The Guardian's roar grows louder, its presence closer. Varikka's injured ankle throbs in agony, but she grits her teeth, refusing to let go of her mace. Suddenly, the ground gives a loud crack, and Varikka stumbles again. Merrin quickly pulls her close, holding her steady as she tries to regain her balance. The oily substance flows around their feet, making it hard to tell where they're standing. As they struggle to maintain their footing, the mirror's surface ripples violently, revealing a glimpse of a narrow passageway on the other side. But the noxious gas obscures the path, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. The air is heavy with an eerie, unnatural silence, punctuated only by the sound of their ragged breathing and the Guardian's relentless pursuit. Varikka looks up at Merrin, her eyes wide with fear. "What do we do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. The oily substance continues to flow, threatening to sweep them away at any moment.
I look around frantically, my heart pounding in my chest. The oily substance on the floor continues to flow, making it impossible to tell where we're standing. Varikka's injured ankle throbs in agony, and I know we can't stay here much longer. The Guardian is getting closer, its roar growing louder with each passing moment. I glance at the narrow passageway, wondering if it could lead us to safety or if it's just another trap waiting to snap shut. "Varikka," I say, my voice low and urgent. "I think we need to find a way across this ledge, but I'm not sure how. The Guardian is getting closer, and with your ankle...we may need to find another way out of here." I look at Varikka, hoping she has some idea of what we can do next. The oily substance continues to flow, making every step a challenge. But we can't afford to stay here – the Guardian is too close, and the chamber is crumbling around us. What do we do?
