Round 15

The darkness swallowed Jeane whole as she plunged into its depths, the flickering light of Silra's lantern casting eerie shadows on the walls. The rasping voice whispered again, its tone a desperate warning: "Turn back...while you still can..." But Jeane's response was swift and dismissive, her crimson eyes blazing with arcane energy that pierced the gloom beneath Gravehill's ruins.

Silra swiftly moved to secure her lantern, its light casting flickering shadows on the walls as she watched Jeane disappear into the darkness. "Alright, let's get this down," she muttered to herself, checking her dagger's edge quickly while keeping one eye on the grating where claws were still scraping stone. Her teal eyes narrowed as she processed the situation, calculating the risks and potential outcomes of their next move.

Jeane focused intently on the faint voice, Hale's words echoing through the tunnels like a lifeline. She pinpointed the location with her arcane senses, the psychic influence already beginning to take effect. The darkness seemed to writhe around her, but Jeane pressed on, her energy swirling around her hand as she navigated the twisting passages in search of Sister Hale.