Round 5

As the storm raged on, casting a dismal veil over Gravehill's ruins, Silra swiftly closed the distance between herself and Gravedigger Renn, her teal eyes fixed intently on his retreating form. Sister Hale followed closely behind, the rusted key clutched in her hand feeling heavy with foreboding as she hurried to catch up with her companions. The thunderclap that boomed overhead made her stumble momentarily, but she regained her footing quickly, her steady gaze scanning the road ahead for any signs of danger.

"Wait!" Silra's sharp voice cut through the din of the storm, and Jeane swiftly readied her dagger, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The scuttling noise beneath their feet was growing more pronounced, a sound that sent shivers down Sister Hale's spine despite her resolve to press on. As she hurried after her companions, the wind whipped her practical habit into a frenzy, but she pressed on, driven by a sense of duty and a desire to protect Gravedigger Renn from himself.

Sister Hale's eyes darted between Silra and Jeane as they pursued Gravedigger Renn, their faces set with determination. The abandoned church loomed ahead, its promise of safety and shelter tantalizingly close, yet the storm's ominous energy hung heavy in the air, threatening to undo all their progress. As they rounded a bend in the road, the darkness seemed to coalesce into a living, breathing entity, its presence making the hairs on the back of Sister Hale's neck stand on end.