Round 97

Seraphine's sharp eyes narrow as she studies the flickering entity before them, her mind racing to piece together what little they know about ancient magic and dimensional crossroads. Wrong. Dead wrong. Her voice is a low growl that echoes through the shifting stone corridor. This thing ain't no guardian—it's something else entirely. Something that feeds on our fear and desperation. She steps forward, her dwarf nature making her seem even more solid and real compared to their wavering forms. You hear that, Halie? The rules are breaking because we're dealing with something that shouldn't exist in this world. Her eyes narrow as she studies the flickering entity. A paradox made manifest—two for the price of one. That's not a negotiation, it's a fucking equation.