Round 98

As the massive chitinous limb burst forth from the darkness, Sister Hale swiftly pushed off from the alley wall, grasping for Gravedigger Renn's shoulder with one hand. Her other hand clutched the unholy symbol at her belt, its presence a reassuring weight against the turmoil unfolding around them. The figure watching them remained still, its face shrouded in shadows, but Sister Hale's gaze was fixed on it, a mixture of wariness and determination etched upon her features.

Gravedigger Renn cowered beneath her protection, his fear evident in every tremble of his frame as the ground shook violently, spewing forth in rhythmic bursts of ash and smoke that shook the earth with every explosion. The air grew thick with the acrid smell of charred flesh, mingling with the faint scent of smoke and ash carried on a chill wind. Sister Hale's eyes darted between the alley entrance and the approaching guards, her voice barely audible above the din as she whispered, "Now."