Round 1

As dusk settles over Gravehill, the stormy sky casts an ominous glow on the ruined cityscape. The ash-choked road, once a bustling thoroughfare, now lies deserted and silent. Jeane's eyes scan the horizon as she approaches the outskirts of town, her gaze lingering on the church's skeletal outline in the distance. Her thoughts are consumed by the power that awaits within its walls.

Jeane steps forward, boots crunching in the ash, and calls out to Gravedigger Renn, her voice authoritative and devoid of warmth. The storm overhead feels like a physical weight, but she doesn't flinch. Silra watches from the periphery, her hand resting casually on the hilt of her dagger as she observes the exchange with dry interest.