Round 21

As Sister Hale took a cautious step back, her eyes darting towards Silra with concern etched on her face, the ground beneath their feet continued to shudder. The figure's glowing eyes seemed to pulse in approval, its gaze fixed intently on the cleric as it tilted its head further, as if acknowledging Hale's measured approach. The air grew colder still, and the water's circulation intensified, making it harder for the group to gauge the exact timing of the flood. The humming noise emanating from the depths of the tunnel grew louder, and the water's movement became more erratic, threatening to engulf them at any moment.

Silra's gaze was fixed on Gravedigger Renn, her eyes narrowing as she watched his reaction to the sudden collapse. His widened eyes and stammered response told her that he might know more about the tunnels than he was letting on. She calculated the possibility that whatever breathed stone down here wanted them to choose between options, and her suspicion grew that Gravedigger Renn's alarm might mean they were entering territory even he hadn't anticipated. With a fluid motion, Silra moved towards the stairwell, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger as she considered the risks and rewards of each path.

Sister Hale's unholy symbol pulsed warnings against the ambient counter-magic field, its resistance intensifying as they were forced to choose between flood tunnel and descending stairs. She felt a surge of unease at the thought of being trapped in either option, but her training as a cleric kept her focused on the task at hand. As she weighed her options, Hale's gaze darted towards Silra, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Silra, what do you think we should do?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.