Round 61

The stone-skin creature's nod was met with a deafening scraping sound from behind them, the air around it vibrating with an otherworldly energy that hummed like a living thing. The creature's glowing green eyes seemed to burn brighter as it turned towards the corridor ahead, its massive body undulating as it moved. Silra readied her throwing knife, its blade glinting in the dim light as she took a cautious step forward, her teal eyes locked on the creature.

Sister Hale's steady gaze followed the creature's movement, her symbol pulsating with a gentle rhythm that seemed to soothe the air around them. "We'll move quickly," she said, her voice firm but measured. "The Devourer is our common enemy, and we can't afford to waste any more time." As they began their cautious advance, Hale's grip on her mace tightened, her eyes scanning both corridors for any sign of danger.

The scraping sound grew more frantic, the air around them seeming to vibrate with an increasing urgency. Silra's gaze flicked between Hale and the creature, her mind racing with the implications of their alliance. What secrets did this stone-skin creature hold, and what lay ahead as they delved deeper into the ruins of Gravehill?