Round 10

As Jeane's words trailed off, the group's collective anxiety intensified, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. Seraphine's slender fingers continued to dance across the arcane script etched into the gate, her eyes burning with determination as she sought to decipher the mysterious runes. The air was heavy with tension, the oppressive silence punctuated only by the soft crackling of energy that fueled Jeane's magic. With mere minutes left before the ward's expiration, the party's apprehension grew, their thoughts turning to the potential dangers that lurked within the cursed tower.