Round 55

Sister Hale's eyes remained locked onto Renn's frantic form, her voice a sharp counterpoint to the oppressive silence that had fallen over the group. "We can't leave now," she urged, her words barely audible over the distant rumble of thunder. The cold thing pulling her back seemed to hesitate, its claws scrabbling against stone mere inches from Renn's face, as if sensing his desperation. Gravedigger Renn's eyes darted towards Sister Hale, his face etched with a mix of fear and urgency, before he too joined the silent standoff, his gaze fixed on the approaching city guard. The leader growled, "We need to get out of here, now!" but it was clear that escape seemed increasingly unlikely, as if the very ground itself was conspiring against them.