Round 7

As Seraphine's fingers danced across the air, her Detect Magic spell flared once more, illuminating the gateway arch with an eerie green-black glow. The pulsing energy revealed a single, unseen source - an invisible necromancer's focus hidden within the tower walls. With a practiced gaze, Seraphine's eyes narrowed, her mind racing to comprehend the depth of this dark magic.

Jeane's voice cut through the tense silence, her words laced with a quiet authority. "Varrika, your heavy mace is useless here; magic animates these bones, and holy symbols won't stop what's controlling them." Her hands swirled with arcane energy, as if to underscore her words. The air seemed to vibrate with the power of her warding sigils, a faint pulse of necrotic force that resonated through every molecule.