Round 27

The air grows heavy as ancient runes pulse and shift on the gate. "Wait!" Jeane hisses, wings half-extended. "Those aren't just symbols—they're forming a complex spell matrix." Her crimson eyes lock onto Seraphine. "The runes might be reactive—probing them could trigger whatever's waiting beyond." Merrin feels her stomach drop. The sorcerer's excitement is understandable—ancient magical traps are fascinating—but the consequences of fucking with unknown arcane defenses are far less appealing. She keeps her mouth shut, letting the experts handle the spellcraft while she focuses on maintaining a defensive perimeter and watching for immediate physical threats.