Round 94

Amidst the swirling ash clouds, Sister Hale's firm grip on Gravedigger Renn's arm kept him from taking another step forward. The stormy atmosphere seemed to cling to them like a damp cloak, making it difficult to discern any defining features. As the ground shuddered violently once more, spewing ash in rhythmic bursts, she pulled him back from the alley wall, shielding him from the street with a mixture of caution and concern. "We need to move now," she said firmly, her calm counterpoint to the ominous warning that had been whispered just moments before. Gravedigger Renn cowered beneath her, his fear evident in every tremble of his body as he clutched the unholy symbol at his belt. Sister Hale's eyes darted between the alley entrance and the approaching guards, her gaze locked onto the street. The air grew thick with ash, and the sound of their pursuers drew closer, their heavy boots pounding the ground in rhythmic unison.