Round 5

As Jeane's eyes locked onto the ancient rune-covered gate, her mind hummed with the soft thrum of arcane energy, a gentle pulse that revealed the hidden ward beneath the moss. The silver-lined arc of magic stretched outward in a 30-foot radius, its connections to the pressure plate like the threads of a spider's web. With a quiet gesture, Jeane's hands wove a new spell, and the air around her seemed to ripple with shadow and light as an intricate web of glowing threads erupted from her palms. The pressure plate triggered a resonance cascade, and three points of failure linked through this central sigil, each one pulsing with a distinct rhythm that echoed in Jeane's mind.