Round 16

The air inside the tower felt like sinking into cold water—dense, wrong, heavy with a pressure that wanted to push back. The ward's trigger points were scattered across the floor stones in a pattern Jeane didn't recognize, glowing faintly blue under her mace tip when she traced them carefully. These weren't defensive runes anymore—they were something else, something that woke up when they stepped through...

The skeletal warrior's bony frame materialized before them. Its empty sockets locked onto Jeane, and it took a step forward, its arm outstretched. The air seemed to thicken with malevolent energy, making every breath feel like a struggle. The Devourer's presence remained an ominous undercurrent, drawing the party deeper into the tower's depths.

Jeane moved forwar...