The chamber still trembled from the residual effects of Armandra's spell, but there was no time to pause. I could feel the dungeon's energy swirling around us, growing more unstable with every second. If this continued, the entire tower would collapse, taking everything—and everyone—within it.
Elandris shifted beside me, her normally playful demeanor hardened into sharp focus. She stood taller, the ancient magic at her command surging as she eyed Armandra with cold intensity. Her earlier laughter had faded, replaced by the calm resolve of someone who knew they were in a fight for survival.
Armandra was absorbing more mana, her form flickering between solid and translucent, her face a mask of determined madness. Her connection to the dungeon was unstable, but she had enough control to keep pulling more power from its depths. That alone made her dangerous beyond belief.
We need to do something.
