Round 58

Jeane descended through the air behind Seraphine's falling form, her powerful wings beating steadily as she controlled her descent into the darkness below. The new tunnel walls were slick with moisture and pulsed with that same malevolent rune light from above—the entire place felt like a living, breathing thing trying to swallow them whole. Too deep already, she thought as she circled warily in the narrow space. We need to move fast before whatever's below has time to gather forces. She spotted Seraphine struggling to her feet nearby.

I look around at the cramped space we've fallen into, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air here is even colder and damper than above, thick with the scent of ancient stone and something else—something rotten and decayed. The flickering torchlight casts eerie shadows across the walls, making the intricate carvings seem to writhe and twist. Every instinct screams at me that this is a mistake, but there’s no going back now. "I think we're in some kind of old maintenance tunnel," she said, her voice echoing softly in the confined space.