Round 10

As Seraphine's slender fingers trailed along the moss-covered gate, her keen eyes detected a faint, silver sigil etched just below the main glyph. With a measured breath, Merrin's fingertips danced across the rune-covered surface, feeling the cold stone beneath. The sigil glowed with a soft, pulsing light, hinting at an active ward. Seraphine's voice took on a hushed, analytical tone as she murmured an incantation under her breath, testing the ward's sensitivity with a thread of arcane energy. The sigil flared in response, its light pulsing once before returning to its steady dimness. Halie's words of caution echoed in Seraphine's mind, but she pressed on, her eyes locked on the sigil as if seeking a hidden truth.