Round 52

As Sister Hale follows Silra into the right-hand passage, her eyes scan the ceiling and walls for any sign of structural weakness, the air feeling stale but calculated like a mausoleum designed by someone who intended every breath to echo with meaning. The symbol on her chest pulses once more, casting sharp shadows across her face as she continues forward, her gaze fixed on the passage ahead.

Sister Hale notices that the scratch marks on the stone wall are fresher near the junction, and she frowns slightly, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the scene. "We're not out of this yet," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the weariness etched into her features. The silence in the corridor feels oppressive, but Hale presses on, her symbol pulsing with a reassuring rhythm that seems to counterbalance the darkness gathering around them.

Silra moves down the corridor ahead, her eyes scanning every inch of the stone walls for traps or hidden mechanisms, her expression intent as she searches for clues. The scratching sound from below has stopped, replaced by an eerie silence that seems even more ominous, and she pauses at a junction where three passages branch off, each one leading deeper into the labyrinthine corridors beneath Gravehill. She glances back at Hale, her teal eyes questioning, before turning to examine the left passage more closely. "Left leads downwards slightly—probably toward whatever was scratching below earlier," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the sound of their own breathing.