Round 22

The air was heavy with tension as Gravedigger Renn's eyes widened in alarm, his stammered words hanging in the air like a challenge. The ground shuddered violently once more, and a new section of the wall collapsed inward, revealing a narrow, winding corridor that stretched deep into the bedrock. Silra watched him closely, her brow furrowed as she calculated the possibilities behind his reaction. She had suspected Gravedigger Renn might know more about these tunnels than he let on, and his sudden fear seemed to confirm it.

The figure's glowing eyes pulsed approval as it tilted its head further, its gaze fixed intently on Sister Hale. The cleric took a cautious step back, her eyes darting towards Silra with concern etched on her face. The humming noise from the tunnel walls grew louder, and the water's circulation ceased momentarily, creating an eerie silence that seemed to stretch out like a challenge. Silra's gaze remained fixed on Gravedigger Renn, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger as she waited for him to speak again.