Round 25

The tower's breath catches as the party hesitates at the threshold. The air inside tastes wrong—old decay mixed with something metallic and living that should not be present in a place like this. Jeane steps back immediately, her wings half-spreading defensively before she forces them down. This kind of dark sorcery... she'd seen it before, tasted its corruption on the air. Seraphine stands at the entrance beside Halie, maintaining situational awareness for magical threats within the tower. The palpable malevolence in the air disturbs her deeply.

Jeane speaks first, her voice tight with controlled fear. "This is no mere undead magic." The runes seem to pulse faster in response to her presence, their hunger obvious even to her untrained eyes. "We need to f...

Seraphine takes a hesitant step towards the shadowed corridor, her gaze fixed on the pulsating breathing symbols etched into the ancient stone. The air feels thick and oppressive, each breath an effort as if the very atmosphere is being consumed by some unseen presence. "These aren't just magical sigils," she murmurs, her voice so low it's almost inaudible over the heavy silence. "They're inhaling something unknown, drawing it into the heart of the tower. This isn't natural magic, not by any stretch. It...

Halie needs a moment before we commit to the corridor, Seraphine. The air here—it feels wrong in my gut, like reality itself is bruised and bleeding dark energy. This isn't some forgotten magic; this is deliberate corruption, and whatever's feeding on it... I don't think we want to meet its source.