Round 50

As Sister Hale's struggles grew more frantic, her face remained inches from the grating, the rhythmic bursts of fresh ash spilling out like a macabre dance. The massive chitinous limb re-emerged from the darkness, its claws now visible as they scrabbled against stone mere inches from her face, sending a shiver down her spine. Gravedigger Renn's voice was barely audible over the scuttling noise, his eyes darting towards the tunnel entrance with a mix of fear and desperation: "No, no, no! We can't go back there! It's—"

The raspy voice whispered again, its words dripping with malevolent intent. Sister Hale's eyes widened in terror as she felt an unseen force pulling her back towards Gravedigger Renn, her body resisting the restraints that bound her to the wall. The cleric's grip on her holy symbol tightened, her fingers white-knuckled as she strained against the unseen force, her face twisted with a mixture of fear and determination.