Round 8

As the skeletons stumbled, their bony frames shattering under Jeane's spell, Merrin's eyes locked onto the pulsing necromantic sigils on the gateway arch. Her voice, laced with a mix of humor and unease, cut through the tense silence: "Well, I don't know about you lot, but I'm not touching those runes until we know what they do." She took a cautious step back, her gaze darting to Jeane and Seraphine, the spellcasters in their group. Varrika, meanwhile, watched with a narrowed brow, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her mace, now absent from her grasp. "Keep pushing the attack on those runes," she growled, her eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of more undead lurking in the shadows.