Round 10

As Silra's rope dangled into the darkness, Sister Hale's gaze followed its length, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity beneath the faint glow of her holy symbol. The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very foundations of Gravehill were alive and watching them.

The cleric's voice cut through the oppressive silence, steady despite the creeping dread that haunted her expression. "We came for a cathedral, but the darkness below offers something else—a deeper connection to this place, to its hunger." Her words hung in the air like a challenge, as if daring whatever malevolent force lurked beneath the city's streets to rise and claim them.