Round 84

The air in the chasm was thick with ancient magic, heavy and alive with power that made Seraphine's skin crawl. She huddled close to Merrin at the bottom of the ravine, her keen elven eyes scanning the darkness above for any sign of their companions.

"Jeane?" she called out softly, her voice barely carrying over the distant echo of chanting that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Can you hear me? Are you both okay up there?"

The elf woman's heart raced as she waited for a response, the heavy metal bar clutched tightly in her hands. She knew they were trapped down here, separated from Jeane and the others by the collapse of the bridge—and worse, surrounded by who-knew-what kinds of ancient dangers lurking in the shadows of this cursed tower.

Please let them be okay, she thought desperately. Please let us find a way out of here before whatever's watching us decides we're trespassers worth punishing.