Round 63

As the storm-dark sky seemed to press down upon them, Silra's hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of her throwing knife. The scraping sound grew more frantic, and the air vibrated with an otherworldly energy from within the Devourer's chest. Sister Hale stood firm, her grip on her mace tightening as she faced forward, her eyes fixed intently on the stone-skin creature. "I trust you to watch our rear flank," she said, her voice steady and reassuring, though a flicker of wariness crossed her face as she met the creature's glowing green eyes.

The blue light from Hale's symbol cast an eerie glow on the walls ahead, barely penetrating the gloom. Silra drew closer to the creature, her teal eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation – the creature vibrating with energy, scraping sound frantic now, air thick with unnatural pressure. "Whatever's behind us is either very hungry or very fast if it's catching up this quickly," she muttered, her throwing knife gleaming in the dim light. She adjusted her grip fractionally, ready but not yet committed to attack.

The stone-skin creature moved between them and whatever was coming from behind, its low rumble growing louder as it spoke. "We will help you," it said, "but the thing behind us... will consume everything if it catches up." The creature's words sent a shiver down Silra's spine, but she remained focused on the task at hand – observing the creature's vulnerabilities and weaknesses.