Round 8

The ground trembles beneath their feet as Sister Hale's voice cuts through the din of the stormy night. Her eyes, set in a determined expression, lock onto Silra's position behind the rubble pile. The cleric's hand tightens around the unholy symbol, its metal now searing hot against her palm, as she channels dark energy to bolster their defense. Jeane, still reeling from her spell-casting, takes a step back, her eyes darting towards Sister Hale before focusing on the creature before them.

The Scorching Ray bolts strike the creature with precision, one bolt searing into its left foreleg and another striking its carapace near a joint. The third bolt misses wide, but the creature hisses in pain and stumbles backward, its eyes fixed on Sister Hale. She clutches her jaw against the backlash from channeling dark energy, her face set in a resolute expression. "Silra!" she calls out sharply, her voice barely audible over the rumbling earth. The ground continues to shake beneath them, and the cleric's words are laced with urgency.