Round 54

As Sister Hale's eyes snap open, they meet Silra's in a tense exchange. "We need to move now," Hale whispers urgently, her hand on the hilt of her mace. The scraping sound grows louder, and the hum in the walls vibrates through the stone, making it feel like the very foundations of Gravehill are shifting. Silra's eyes flick toward the sound, her grip on her dagger tightening as she leads the way down the right-hand passage.

The air is heavy with tension as they move forward, the deliberate rhythm of stone on stone echoing through the corridor. Hale follows closely behind, her symbol flaring with a soft blue light that casts eerie shadows on the walls. Silra's teal eyes scan the corridor ahead, her ears twitching with each scrape of sound, as if trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. "Whatever made those marks is still down here and whatever's making that sound behind us...," she mutters through clenched teeth.

Hale's grip on her mace tightens in response, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not running from a threat we can't name just to walk into whatever Arachne set up." She pauses, considering the risks and rewards of their situation. Her symbol pulses with steady blue light as she weighs the options, her eyes fixed on Silra's profile ahead. The sound grows louder still, and Hale's voice takes on a note of urgency. "We need to find that church before whatever is making that noise catches up to us."