Round 41

As Sister Hale stepped forward, her unholy symbol cast a wavering light that seemed to tremble even in the face of unseen danger. The cold air swirled around them, and the mist coiled tighter at their ankles, its tendrils grasping like skeletal fingers. Silra moved beside Hale, her eyes scanning the newly revealed passage with a practiced intensity.

The scraping sound behind them was followed by a soft whisper, "Don't leave," as they broke free from the hidden chamber. The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, and the symbol etched into the wall pulsed with a soft blue glow that matched the rhythm of Hale's heartbeat.

Hale's gaze flicked towards Silra, her unholy symbol held out like a shield as she asked, "What do you make of these marks?" Silra's eyes narrowed, her hand still gripping the handle of her shard, as she examined the symbols etched into the stone walls. The mist swirled around their ankles like cold fingers, making it clear they were not alone in this forsaken place.