Round 11

As the magical pathways on the key solidified into a tangible map, reality itself seemed to bend around them. The tunnel's walls began to shift and reform, revealing a hidden chamber beyond the branch point. Silra's eyes narrowed behind her dark practical leathers as she took in the eerie atmosphere of the tunnel, her senses already on high alert for any sign of danger. Jeane, meanwhile, stood transfixed by the key's pulsing light, her crimson eyes locked onto the subtle patterns that seemed to dance across its surface.

The scratching sound grew louder, more urgent, and tugged at Silra's attention like a living thing. She took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her dagger as she assessed their options. "We need to move," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the din of the tunnel. "This could be our best chance to get inside the church."