Round 8

As Halie rose from her pew, exhaustion weighed heavily on her features, casting a somber tone over the morning scene. Jeane and Silra, still entwined in the bed downstairs, stirred slowly, their expressions a mix of confusion and something darker that Halie couldn't quite name. Hera and Abby watched with a similar intensity, their faces reflecting a sense of unease. "This is not what we agreed to," Halie said firmly, her voice carrying across the sanctuary despite her fatigue.

Jeane shifted to sit up on the edge of the bed, her wings stretching out behind her instinctively before folding back against her shoulders. The movement made several of the scattered toys clatter to the floor, but she didn't seem to notice, her gaze fixed on Halie with a hint of warning. "The city will be stirring soon," she murmured, her voice rough from sleep and other activities. Silra's eyes remained fixed on Halie, a small smirk playing on her lips as she watched her fellow cleric struggle to maintain control.

With a quiet sigh, Halie began to prepare for their task, the weight of their mission settling heavily upon her shoulders. As she descended the stairs, the morning light casting eerie shadows on the walls seemed to mock her, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.