Round 5

As Sister Hale's voice cut through the darkness, Silra swiftly followed her down the hidden shaft, her grappling hook and rope guiding her descent. The impact was jarring, but she managed to absorb the shock, her teal eyes quickly adjusting to the subterranean gloom. The air reeked of damp earth and something else – organic decay – as they reached the bottom of the shaft.

Sister Hale followed closely behind, her grappling hook and rope allowing her to maintain footing on the slick stone floor. Despite her own scrapes from friction, she remained mobile and armed, her steady eyes scanning their surroundings. The rumbling overhead grew distant, replaced by an unsettling silence that seemed to swallow them whole. As they caught their breath, Silra's gaze locked onto Sister Hale, concern etched on her face. "We need to get Jeane out of here," she whispered urgently, her voice barely audible over the stillness.