Round 16

As Silra secured her lantern, its flickering light danced across the walls of the tunnel, casting eerie silhouettes. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the sound of scuttling creatures echoed through the darkness. Jeane's arcane energy swirled around her hand, illuminating the path ahead as she descended into the depths. The faint cry of "Hale! Sister Hale!" grew louder, drawing Silra's attention to the task at hand.

Silra's teal eyes narrowed as she calculated the risks and potential outcomes of their next move. Psychic influence changed everything, and if these creatures could affect minds, they might already be working on Hale. She checked her dagger's edge quickly, the familiar weight of it a comforting presence in her hand. The grating beneath them seemed to vibrate with every scrape of claws, sending shivers down Silra's spine.

"We drop in blind with arcane light and try to locate her?" she muttered to herself, weighing the options. The darkness seemed to writhe around her, but Jeane pressed on, her focus fixed on finding her companion.