Fresh Poison Each Week

As Mariah emerges from the collapsing tunnel, an icy chill grips her body, sending shivers down her spine. The resounding echoes of cracking ice still ring in her ears, a constant reminder of the dangers she faced. Her hand instinctively reaches up to touch the throbbing wound on the back of her neck, a silent warning to proceed with caution. But Mariah's determined gaze remains fixed on the open room ahead, sunlight beckoning from a distant opening. Brimming with confidence and resolve, she strides forward towards the jagged shards of ice that block her path. With calculated movements and unwavering determination, she begins an effort at chipping away the tips, each strike resonating through the icy chamber.

"Mariah Mendacium"OOC. Mariah has chosen strength.