Round 8

As Silra stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the fresh tracks leading deeper into Gravehill's ruins, and she swiftly followed, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger. The wind shifted direction suddenly, carrying a low groaning sound that made her freeze mid-step—a sound like stone grinding against stone, echoing through the desolate night air. Sister Hale moved towards Gravedigger Renn, her gaze scanning the dark road ahead, the abandoned church looming like a specter against the stormy sky. The cleric's stomach tightened with unease as she adjusted her grip on the lantern, its flickering light barely piercing the ash-laden air, and she whispered, "We need answers before we walk into this place blind."