Round 7

As they cautiously descend into the hidden space beneath the cracked road, Jeane's crimson eyes gleam with a fierce determination, her voluptuous build undaunted by the darkness that surrounds them. 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. Silra's fingers tap along the edge of the trap door, her teal eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger, while Sister Hale's steady gaze follows Jeane's every step, her silver holy symbol a beacon of hope in the darkness.

The silence is broken only by the soft creaking of ancient stone and the faint hum of malevolent energy emanating from deeper within the city. Jeane's voice carries command as she surveys the cracked road stretching before them, her fingers drumming against the hilt of her sorcerer's focus. The city awaits them, not their patience, and with a steady rhythm, they press on, leaving the trap door behind and venturing further into the heart of Gravehill.