Round 5

As the stormy night air clung to Gravehill, Silra circled the lantern's light around the ash-choked road, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the terrain. Sister Hale knelt beside Gravedigger Renn, her silver holy symbol pressed close to his trembling hands, offering words of comfort amidst his fear. "Your fear is a sacred thing, Renn," she said softly, her gaze flicking to Silra and Jeane with a mixture of trust and wariness.

Silra's gloved fingers ran through the thick ash layer, her voice measured as she spoke, "The left path is cleaner than it should be. Too clean for something this abandoned." She crouched low, her eyes scanning the ground, while Jeane eyed Gravehill's silhouette with a calculating intensity, her gaze lingering on the skeletal remains of the church looming left of the crossroads.

As they stood there, the wind howled through the empty spaces within the church, its twisted spire reaching towards the dark sky like a bony finger. The creaking echoed through the night air, a haunting reminder of the dangers that lay ahead, and the uncertain path that led to the abandoned church's restoration project.