Round 12

As the tunnel's walls continued to shift, a figure emerged from the shadows, its presence marked by an intense scratching sound that seemed to reverberate through every molecule of air in the chamber. The yellow light emanating from the walls pulsed with an otherworldly energy, casting eerie silhouettes on the ground as it illuminated the twisted metal and ancient stone that lined the room. Silra's eyes narrowed behind her practical leathers, her gaze darting between Jeane and the unknown entity before them. "We need to move," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the din of the tunnel.

Jeane followed closely behind Silra, her crimson eyes fixed on the key in her hand as it pulsed with an intense heat that seemed to be drawing them deeper into the heart of the church. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and iron, and she could feel a malevolent presence lurking just out of sight, pressing against her skin like a cold, dead weight. As they descended further into the chamber, the scratching sound grew louder, more urgent, until it seemed to be clawing at their very souls.