Round 100

Sister Hale's grip on Gravedigger Renn's shoulders tightened, her eyes fixed intently on the chitinous horror that had burst forth from the darkness. The air was heavy with the acrid smell of ash and smoke, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to be shuddering in agony. The raspy voice continued its ominous warning, echoing off the crumbling buildings as it sent a chill down Gravedigger Renn's spine. He could feel his legs trembling with fear, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to keep up with Sister Hale's swift movements. She yanked him back from the chitinous horror, her hands digging deep into his shoulders as she pulled him away from whatever was trying to drag them under the city's streets. The ground beneath their feet was shifting like liquid now, a deliberate movement that seemed to be manipulating the earth itself.