Round 15 Transcript

As Jeane steps forward into the darkness, her crimson eyes blaze with arcane light that pierces the gloom beneath Gravehill's ruins. The rasping voice hisses again, closer this time: Turn back...while you still can... Silra swiftly moves to secure her lantern, its light casting flickering shadows on the walls. "Alright, let's get this down," she says to Jeane. With a deep breath, Jeane plunges into the darkness, her arcane energy swirling around her hand as she navigates through the tunnels. The air is thick with the stench of decay and something else - a metallic tang that makes her skin crawl. She can hear the clicking sounds of creatures moving below, their movement growing more frantic with every step. Suddenly, a faint cry echoes from deeper in the tunnel. "Hale! Sister Hale!" Jeane's heart skips a beat as she recognizes her fellow party member. The sound is weak and panicked, but it's definitely coming from down here.

I hear it—Hale's voice, faint but clear. We're close enough that psychic influence might already be working on her. I'll try to pinpoint the exact location before we rush in blind; if whatever's down here can affect minds, knowing where she is matters more than speed right now.