Round 6

Seraphine's voice trails off as the air around them shifts again, the magical pressure intensifying further. The walls of the narrow passage seem to close in slightly, ancient stone groaning under the weight of centuries. Merrin steps forward, her hand resting casually on the hilt of her mace as she scans the shadows ahead. Knowledge is a double-edged blade, scholar. Let's hope whatever lies at the end of this tunnel values our curiosity more than our blood. Jeane moves to join Merrin at the fore, her wings half-spread for balance in the confined space. Blood has never deterred true seekers of power, little rogue. But perhaps we should proceed with a bit more... caution than usual? She glances back at Seraphine, a silent question hanging between them—should they continue deeper into the tower's embrace, or pause to prepare specific defenses against whatever might await?