Round 4

As Jeane stepped into the church, her crimson eyes scanned the space with an unnerving intensity, her unholy symbol pulsating warmth against her palm like a warning. The air inside was heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten prayers, the stonework humming with a malevolent energy that seemed to vibrate through every molecule. Sister Hale followed closely behind, her silver holy symbol weighing heavily in her hand as she surveyed the ground beneath their feet, the cold stone seeming to remember the violence that had cleansed it.

The church's interior was a labyrinth of dust and shadows, the silence broken only by the faint creaking of old wooden beams. Silra moved with a quiet purpose, her teal eyes scanning the space for any sign of hidden dangers or secrets. She noted the scuff marks on the floor, the depression near the altar, and the sealed stonework that seemed to be watching them with cold, unforgiving precision.

As they explored the church, Jeane's tension grew, her senses on high alert for any sign of the unknown threats that lurked in the shadows. She could feel the magic stirring within the stonework, its pulse beating in time with her own symbol like a warning. Sister Hale's hand tightened around her holy symbol, her eyes never leaving Jeane's face as she wondered what secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of this forsaken place.