Round 1

As Jeane led the way down the ash-choked road, her crimson eyes scanned the horizon, the weight of the unholy symbol against her chest a constant reminder of the darkness that lay ahead. The storm-dark sky seemed to press in on them from all sides, its sickly yellow glow casting an eerie light on the skeletal remains of trees and the cracked, barren surface of the road. Sister Hale walked beside Jeane, her silver holy symbol at the ready, while Silra brought up the rear, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

Jeane's voice carried an edge as she cautioned Sister Hale to keep her faith close, warning that Gravehill had seen too much death for comfort. Silra watched Renn with a practiced eye, noting his fear and tension, but also a spark of determination that told her he was ready to face whatever lay ahead. As they walked, the air grew thick with the scent of decay and ash, and Sister Hale felt a sense of dread creeping over her, tempered only by her duty to protect Gravedigger Renn and their mission.

The stone wall loomed before them, weathered and worn, marking the edge of Gravehill's ruins. Jeane stopped at its base, her eyes fixed on some point beyond the horizon, as if daring the city itself to rise up against them.