Round 8

She leans close to Jeane, voice low and insistent. "Stop the shadow magic. Now." Her silver holy symbol glints with a sudden pulse of light that seems to draw the very shadows away from them. "The ground beneath us is saturated with corruption—the magic you're channeling could tear this entire street apart or worse." She grips Jeane's shoulder firmly, eyes locked on her sister-cleric's face. "We need to move—now. Before whatever's climbing up from below surfaces completely and before the guard reaches us."

As she speaks, another violent heave rocks the earth—the sound like a mountain cracking open, dirt spraying outward in geysers mere feet away. Sister Hale braces herself against the tree trunk, but her eyes never leave Jeane. "You can resummon your shadow servants once we're clear of this... whatever it is. But not here. Not now."