Round 76

Sister Hale's grip on Gravedigger Renn's arm tightened as he spoke, his voice barely audible over the storm's relentless drumbeat. "I... I saw it when I was digging graves," he continued, his eyes darting about the alley with a mix of fear and conviction. The massive chitinous limb, its raspy voice whispering 'Turn back...while you still can...' from nearby rubble, loomed ominously in the darkness.

Gravedigger Renn's gaze locked onto Sister Hale, seeking reassurance in her presence as he spoke of the twisted, corrupted creatures that had risen up from the earth. "They were made of the very darkness itself," he whispered, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. The storm raged on, its thunderous rumble a constant reminder of the danger they faced, and the guard's presence closing in with every passing moment.