Round 15

As Seraphine knelt before the gate, her quill scratched against parchment with deliberate care, tracing the intricate runes with meticulous attention. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of the ward's power and the soft creak of her leather-bound book. Her fingers danced across the stone, feeling the subtle grooves in the ancient material.

Jeane leaned in closer, her eyes scanning the runes with an intensity that bordered on desperation. "Cleric, can you use your divine sight to check if there's any residual magic in those grooves?" she asked, her voice low and urgent. Varrika watched the perimeter, her hand resting on the hilt of her heavy mace, as Jeane's words hung in the air.