Round 89

Seraphine steps closer to the shimmering portal, her robes whispering against the stone floor. A vision? How... intriguing. Her voice is steady despite the fear coiling in her gut. Very well, ancient one. Show us this vision of yours—perhaps it will illuminate the path to our companions' freedom. She glances at Jeane, a silent plea for patience mixed with a warning against further outbursts. But know this: any trickery or deception on your part, and my friend here will ensure you regret it.

As Seraphine extends her hand towards the portal, the air around them seems to thicken, charged with an otherworldly energy. The surface of the shimmering gateway ripples like water disturbed by a stone, and within its depths, vague shapes begin to form—reflections of something ancient and terrible.