Round 71

Sister Hale's eyes locked onto Gravedigger Renn, her gaze burning with determination as she strained against the chitinous limb's relentless grip. The massive creature's shadow stretched across the dusty road, a dark specter that seemed to pulse with malevolent energy. The air was heavy with tension, the only sound the distant rumble of thunder and the soft creaking of old wooden signs swaying in the wind. Sister Hale's voice was low and urgent, her words barely audible over the storm's din as she urged Gravedigger Renn to stay close. "Renn, do not let it take you!" The limb continued its advance, casting a long shadow that seemed to grow longer by the second, as if feeding off their fear. Sister Hale gritted her teeth, her grip on his shoulders tightening as she struggled to keep him from being dragged further into the alley.