Round 4

As the pulsing runes flared once more, Merrin pressed her ear against the gate, her brow furrowed in concentration. The skeletal warriors shuddered into motion, their bone-clad arms snapping open as they turned towards the gate, but Jeane's voice cut through the tension, her words laced with a subtle power that commanded attention. "I sense it," she said, addressing Seraphine's observation, while maintaining focus on the skeletal threat converging on them.

The air grew thick with the scent of old bone and ozone, a chilling miasma that clung to the back of Halie's throat as she stepped forward, her hand reaching for Merrin's shoulder. "Stop," she said firmly, her voice a stark contrast to the ominous silence, but Varrika's weathered boots crunching against the debris-strewn ground seemed to underscore the danger they faced. The binding spell wasn't just meant to keep them out, it was designed to welcome something in – or something.