Round 7

The stormy sky seemed to darken further, as if responding to the ominous events unfolding before it. As Sister Hale stepped into the church, the flickering shadows cast an eerie glow on her weary face, a testament to the weight of duty that drove her forward. The air inside was heavy with the scent of old smoke and ozone, a noxious mixture that hinted at the demonic energy stirring beneath their feet.

Jeane watched from the doorway, her crimson eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. Her hand instinctively went to the hilt of her dagger, a habitual gesture that betrayed her growing unease. The rustling sound had intensified, and she could feel the weight of Gravedigger Renn's nervous gaze upon her. The symbols etched into the walls pulsed with an otherworldly energy, their rhythmic breathing a stark reminder of the containment magic failing.

Silra moved forward with a quiet purpose, her silver-blonde hair catching the faint light as she scanned the interior. Her teal eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, her hand still resting on the hilt of her own dagger. The church door creaked shut behind her, sealing them within, and the scratching sound echoed through the air like restless spirits stirring from their slumber.