Round 10

As Halie's silver holy symbol glowed bright, its radiant light shone like molten gold, casting a 20-foot radius circle of protection around the party. The first wave of necrotic energy striking any creature within the circle was absorbed, leaving them unharmed. Seraphine watched in awe as the divine light formed a barrier, feeling the cold weight of necrotic energy dissipate within its reach. She traced the runes on the monolith with her gaze, committing each intricate line to memory, and felt the vibrations become a tangible rhythm, like a heartbeat.

Jeane observed Halie's divine circle complete around them, her faith manifesting tangible protection from the encroaching death magic. "Well done, Cleric—divine wards have their uses after all," Jeane said coolly, her voice measured. The monolith pulsed again, its energy spiking as if testing their defenses. But that was merely the first wave; the necromancer who controlled the skeletons through those bone sigils remained out there, watching them flinch behind a shield of borrowed light.