Round 67

As Sister Hale's voice cracked with effort and concern, she called out to Gravedigger Renn, "Renn! We're not leaving you!" The brick wall scraped her shoulder blades raw through fabric, a constant reminder of the peril that surrounded them. Outside, the massive chitinous limb clawed at the stone, its rhythmic bursts of ash spilling out in time with the increasing commotion. Gravedigger Renn struggled to free himself from the grip of whatever had its claws in him, his face set in a determined grimace. The guard leader halted, hand on the hilt of his sword, and Sister Hale's gaze darted between him and Renn, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and resolve.