Round 48

The entity at the window resolves into a shape too large and wrong for any mortal silhouette. Jeane moves toward Merrin at the window, her expression grave. "The ward-stones' hunger pulses faster now," she says, her voice low. "It's not just feeding off us anymore—whatever's upstairs is responding, changing course." She glances back at Seraphine, then returns to scanning the window. "We have maybe ninety seconds before something descends those stairs."