Round 18

The figure's calculating gaze never wavered as it regarded the group with unblinking intensity, its presence drawing air out of space around it like a dark, palpable mist. The ash-choked road outside Gravehill's ruined city stretched out before them, the storm-dark sky above seeming to mirror the darkness within the figure. Hammering at the front doors intensified once more, the coordinated impacts striking simultaneously as Jeane stepped closer to the gap in boards, her crimson eyes fixed on the figure beyond with a predator's assessment of another predator.

The moment the figure raised its hand and impacts ceased, Silra noted the calculation behind those eyes - it was planning something, using this moment between impacts to measure them. The air vibrated with tension as the group waited for whatever would come next, their senses on high alert for any sign of the unknown threat lurking beneath the road or within the church they sought to rebuild.