Round 39

As the massive chitinous limb scraped against stone mere inches from Jeane's face, Sister Hale stood firm beside Gravedigger Renn, her gaze unwavering. The city guard leader edged closer, his eyes darting between the party and the tunnel system below, where the scuttling noise grew louder and more intense. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his hand tightening on his sword hilt as a raspy voice whispered from nearby rubble, its words dripping with malevolent glee: 'You should have listened...' Gravedigger Renn's frantic warnings still echoed in their ears, his nervous focus on the church and its secrets palpable. Sister Hale's eyes locked onto his, a testament to her unwavering resolve, as she pressed him for answers. "I need to know what's happening," she said, her voice steady despite the fear that trembled beneath it. The city guard leader shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flicking towards the tunnel system before returning to Sister Hale. "We've had reports of strange noises and movements in the area," he admitted, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword.