Round 80

As the chitinous limb drew closer, its unblinking gaze fixed on Sister Hale like a cold, calculating star, she stood firm, her unholy symbol at the ready. The air seemed to thicken with an unseen presence, as if the very fabric of reality was being stretched to accommodate the horror that lurked beneath the streets. Gravedigger Renn's voice trembled beside her, his words barely audible over the din of the storm: "It's them... they've found us." The rusty hinges above the grating creaked ominously, and a low, raspy voice whispered from nearby rubble, its malevolent glee palpable. "You should have listened..." Sister Hale's grip on her symbol tightened, a reassuring presence in the midst of chaos, as she took another step forward, her eyes never leaving the creature's face. The massive limb paused, its gaze flicking to Gravedigger Renn before snapping back to Sister Hale, as if weighing its next move.