Round 21

Merrin froze mid-step at Jeane's sharp command, her crossbow lowering slightly. What is it? The symbols on the walls pulsed faster now, their rhythm quickening like a frightened heartbeat.

Seraphine jerked her hand back from the wall, stepping away quickly. By the Ancients... these aren't mere wards. They're breathing symbols—demonic in nature.

Varrika's grip tightened on her mace, her scarred face etched with concern. Demonic magic? In the tower?

Jeane shook her head, her crimson eyes narrowing as she studied the walls. Not just magic—this is a trap. Those symbols aren't passive; they're active, feeding on something... or waiting to feed.

The corridor's air grew thicker, more oppressive, the breathing symbols pulsing faster now in a sickening rhythm.

Merrin lowered her crossbow completely, her voice a low murmur. If this is a demonic trap, we need to find another way. The last thing we need is to stumble into some kind of...

The stone floor beneath them shifted slightly, a soft click echoing through the corridor.

Jeane's eyes widened. A pressure plate? Gods, no—everyone back! Now!

Seraphine grabbed Varrika's arm, pulling her back toward the main chamber. Move! We need to clear the corridor immediately!

The breathing symbols on the walls flared brighter, pulsing with renewed intensity as a low rumble began deep within the tower's core.

Merrin scrambled backward, her crossbow forgotten as she focused on retreat. What the hell is happening?