Round 64

Jeane traced arcane sigils with her fingers, the air crackling around them as she worked. "This ward will protect Halie’s mind from the worst of what lies within—but make no mistake," she hissed, eyes flashing crimson, "nothing can shield a soul completely from its own darkest thoughts." She turned to face Merrin directly, voice sharpening. "Your plan is reckless, rogue. Sending our only truly moral compass into that den of iniquity alone is like tossing a lamb to wolves."

Merrin felt a surge of conflicting emotions as she listened. On one hand, she was grateful for the extra protection Jeane was willing to provide for Halie—that ward could mean the difference between their paladin emerging unscathed from whatever horrors lurked within... or not at all. But a small part of her wondered if they were overestimating Halie's strength. She may be our moral compass, but even the most stalwart soul could be shaken by the depths of its own darkness.

Varrika kept her crossbow trained on the creature as Merrin stepped forward to draw its attention, her heart pounding in her chest. "Halie..." Her voice was soft but urgent. "This may be the hardest thing you've ever done. But we believe in you. Whatever lies beyond that threshold—whatever darkness your reflections may show you... you have the strength to endure it." She glanced at Jeane's ward, seeing the intricate pattern of silver light. "That will help shield your mind, but remember—the true power lies within you."

The tension in the air was palpable as everyone waited for Halie’s response, the weight of their combined fears and hopes hanging heavy between them.