Round 6

As Silra navigates the cracked stone road, her eyes scan for hidden dangers, while Jeane strides forward with a defiant rhythm, her boots striking the ground in a steady beat. The air is heavy with anticipation, and the weight of the unholy symbol against her chest feels oppressive, as if the city itself is watching their every move. Sister Hale's voice cuts through the tension, "Stop," she snaps, tracing the crack in the wall with her finger - too straight to be natural decay, too deliberate. The rust on the city wall looks newer than it should, and Jeane's symbol is pulsing again, feeding it too much of her own power or perhaps sensing something lurking beneath the surface.