Round 3

The trio ascended the narrow path, their footsteps echoing in the stillness. Sister Hale's firm declaration hung in the air, a beacon of resolve amidst the stormy weather. Gravedigger Renn's fear was palpable, his eyes darting between the women as if searching for an escape route. Jeane's gaze locked onto his, her voice weaving a subtle spell of reassurance. "The darkness cannot harm those who command it," she said, drawing upon the unholy symbol at her neck.

As they reached the entrance, Silra's fingers danced across the stone cross, tracing its surface with an air of curiosity. Her eyes sparkled with interest, and for a moment, the ruin seemed to hold less terror. Gravedigger Renn's fear was authentic – he thought them fools for coming here – but Jeane's words had already taken root, sowing seeds of determination in his mind.

The trio stepped into the darkness, their footsteps swallowed by the shadows. Sister Hale led the way, her holy symbol casting an eerie glow on the walls. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and ash, a constant reminder of the ruin that lay before them.