Round 81

Sister Hale stood firm, her silver holy symbol at the ready, as the massive chitinous limb paused mere inches from her face. Its unblinking gaze flicked to Gravedigger Renn before snapping back to her, weighing its next move. The air was heavy with tension, the storm raging above like a chorus of restless spirits.

Gravedigger Renn trembled beside her, his voice barely audible over the din: "It's them... they've found us." His words hung in the air like a death sentence, and Sister Hale's grip on her symbol tightened, a reassuring presence in the midst of chaos. She took another step forward, her eyes never leaving the creature's face, as if daring it to make its move.

The chitinous limb paused, its gaze lingering on Gravedigger Renn before snapping back to Sister Hale. The sound of scuttling noise from beneath the ash-covered street echoed through the air, a reminder that they were not alone. A low, raspy voice whispered from nearby rubble, its malevolent glee palpable: "You should have listened..." Sister Hale's eyes narrowed, her determination burning brighter in the face of danger.