Round 65

As the scraping sound intensified, the stone-skin creature's gaze snapped to the corridor behind them, its glowing green eyes flashing with an unnatural intensity. "Behind us," it rumbled in a low voice that sent shivers down Silra's spine, "comes the Devourer. It will consume everything in its path." The air vibrated with an unseen force, and the ground seemed to hum with energy from the recent ritual. A figure emerged from the shadows, its presence marked by a faint rumble, like thunder in the distance.

Silra's eyes narrowed as she watched the creature shift her gaze, her grip on the throwing knife tightening. She muttered under her breath, "Fine—I'll play along for now," but her words were laced with a hint of warning. The stone-skin creature's attention was fixed on something behind them, and Silra's instincts told her that their fragile alliance might be about to be tested. Sister Hale stood firm beside them, her mace at the ready, as she scanned the corridor ahead with sharp cleric's assessment.