Round 96

As Sister Hale's firm grip on Gravedigger Renn's arm kept him rooted, the stormy atmosphere clung to them like a damp shroud, obscuring any defining features in the swirling ash clouds. The ground beneath their feet shook violently, spewing forth in rhythmic bursts of ash and smoke that shook the earth with every explosion. Sister Hale pulled Gravedigger Renn back from the alley wall, shielding him with her body as she scanned the street for any sign of danger, her eyes darting between the alley entrance and the approaching guards. The air grew thick with ash, and the sound of their pursuers drew closer, their heavy boots pounding the ground in unison. Gravedigger Renn cowered beneath Sister Hale's protection, his fear evident in every tremble of his frame as he clutched the unholy symbol at his belt.