Round 14

As Silra secured her lantern, its light danced across the walls, casting eerie shadows that seemed to writhe like living things. Jeane stepped forward into the darkness, her crimson eyes blazing with arcane energy that pierced the gloom beneath Gravehill's ruins. The rasping voice whispered again, its tone a desperate warning: "Turn back...while you still can..." But Jeane's response was swift and dismissive, "Shut up." Her focus narrowed to the tactical problem at hand: multiple creatures in the tunnels below, increasing guard presence above, and Sister Hale trapped somewhere in the darkness. Silra watched Jeane with a mixture of concern and calculation, her teal eyes narrowing as she processed the situation. "Organized subterranean hunters using psychic intimidation tactics—fucking wonderful," she muttered to herself, checking her dagger's edge quickly while keeping one eye on the grating where claws were still scraping stone.