Round 79

Sister Hale's voice remained steady, her stance unwavering despite the growing unease that threatened to spill over from Gravedigger Renn. The massive chitinous limb had burst forth from the darkness above, its claws scraping against the stone floor with an unearthly screech, and for a moment, it seemed as though the creature's gaze would sweep past them, but instead, it locked onto Sister Hale, its unblinking eyes fixed on her. Gravedigger Renn trembled behind her, his eyes wide with terror, as if he expected the limb to lunge at any moment. The storm raged on, casting eerie shadows across the ash-choked road, and the scuttling noise from beneath the streets seemed to grow louder, as though whatever was making it was drawing closer. Sister Hale's grip on her unholy symbol tightened, a reassuring presence in the midst of chaos, and she took a step forward, her eyes never leaving the creature's face. "Whatever this 'Devourer of Bones' is," she said firmly, her voice carrying above the din of the storm, "we'll face it together—on holy ground if necessary." The air was heavy with tension, and for a moment, it seemed as though time itself had slowed, waiting to see what would happen next.