Round 40

Seraphine stands her ground, jaw set in determination as she faces Jeane's fury. The runes on the gate pulse with an ominous red glow, and the guardian spirit’s snarl echoes through the chamber. "I understand the consequences, Jeane," she says, her voice steady despite the fear churning in her gut. "But we cannot allow ourselves to become what we're fighting against. The moment we start sacrificing innocents—even for a greater good—we've already lost." She raises her staff, the crystal at its tip flaring with arcane light. "Let's find another way. There must be lore, secrets hidden in this place that can help us." Her sharp eyes scan the chamber, searching for any clue or weakness in the ancient defenses.