Round 81

The air was heavy with unease as the group stood frozen on the ash-choked road, the only sound the distant rumble of thunder and the soft creaking of the bridge's wooden slats beneath their feet. Jeane's eyes were fixed intently on Silra, her rope hand taut as she descended into darkness below, the chasm yawning open like a mouth beneath them. The scuttling sound beneath their feet had grown louder, its deliberate tracking responding to Silra's movement with an unnerving precision.

Sister Hale stepped forward slowly, her steady eyes scanning the road ahead, the storm-dark sky above seeming to press down on them like a physical force. She instinctively reached for the unholy symbol hanging around her neck, its cold metal a familiar comfort as she weighed their options. The abandoned city of Gravehill loomed before them, its ruins a grim reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. Gravedigger Renn stood watchfully beside her, his eyes fixed on the tunnel entrance below, while the frightened informant cowered at his feet, her eyes darting nervously between the group and the darkness within the gate.