Round 11

As Jeane moved deeper into the ruins, the whispering grew louder, until she stopped abruptly, her gaze fixed on a specific spot ahead. The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "Wait," she whispered, her hand still raised in a defensive gesture.

Suddenly, a figure tumbled out from behind a nearby wall, landing hard on the stone floor. It was Sister Hale, looking dazed but unharmed. She struggled to her feet, brushing off her robes. "Jeane?" she called out, her eyes scanning the darkness. Jeane took a step forward, relief evident in her crimson eyes, but tempered by the ominous humming echoing through the ruins.

"What happened?" she asked firmly, her voice commanding despite the unsettling atmosphere. Sister Hale brushed ash from her robes, looking shaken but determined. "I was pulled into an alley—something grabbed my legs and dragged me down. I fought it off, but..." Her gaze shifted to the darkness behind her, where the humming noise seemed to be growing louder.

Jeane's eyes narrowed as she watched Sister Hale's face, searching for any sign of injury or distress. She took another step forward, her hand on the hilt of her sword, ready to defend herself and Sister Hale if necessary. The air was thick with tension, and Jeane could feel the weight of the stormy sky bearing down upon them.

Silra moved swiftly towards the alley where Sister Hale had been pulled, her steps light despite her exhaustion. She crouched near the ground, running her fingers along the disturbed ash. Something heavy indeed had dragged Sister Hale off, and Silra's trained eyes picked up on the subtle signs of a struggle. The scuttling sound was closer now, and she caught a glimpse of movement beneath the street's surface.

"This reeks of an ambush waiting to happen," Silra muttered to herself, her hand instinctively going to the 50 feet of rope slung over her shoulder. She listened carefully, her ears tuned to the subtle sounds of the ruins. Whatever Renn had warned them about was indeed coordinated now, and Silra's instincts told her that they were in grave danger.