Round 78

As the creaking of rusty hinges and heavy footsteps drew closer, Gravedigger Renn's eyes went wide with terror. His gaze locked onto Sister Hale, seeking reassurance in her presence as he whispered, "It's them. They've found us." The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the scuttling noise echoed from deeper within the tunnel.

Sister Hale swiftly pulled Gravedigger Renn back from the chitinous limb, her grip tightening as she positioned him safely behind her. She checked the familiar weight of her unholy symbol, a reassuring presence in the midst of chaos. "We don't leave people to whatever's under these streets," she declared firmly. The massive limb burst forth from the darkness above, its claws scraping against the stone floor with an unearthly screech.

As the creature's gaze swept towards them, Sister Hale stood firm, her stance a testament to her unwavering resolve. "Whatever this 'Devourer of Bones' is," she said, her voice steady, "we'll face it together—on holy ground if necessary." 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.