Round 4

As they stood on the cracked road, the weight of the city's darkness seemed to press in around them, its malevolent energy palpable in every step. Silra's fingers danced along the stone, tracing a hidden pattern that only she could see, while Sister Hale's eyes darted between the gateposts and the stormy sky, her grip on her unholy symbol tightening with each passing moment. Jeane's crimson eyes locked onto the city gates, her voice cutting through the wind's howl as she urged them forward: "Sister, if we stand here debating shadows much longer, we'll invite real ones." The air was heavy with tension, and the storm overhead groaned like a beast waking from slumber.