Round 87

The bridge creaked ominously beneath their combined weight, the lantern's flame flickering wildly as it cast eerie shadows on the bridge's surface. Jeane's grip on Sister Hale's arm tightened, her voice cold and precise despite the danger. "We need to move now," she hissed, her crimson eyes scanning the bridge structure for any sign of weakness. Sister Hale's eyes locked onto Gravedigger Renn's fearful face, then back onto the bridge, her hand still on the unholy symbol at her neck.

As they stood frozen in alarm, the air grew colder still, heavy with the weight of terrors past and present. The frightened informant stumbled backward, their eyes fixed on the bridge with a mix of fear and desperation. Sister Hale took a deep breath, her steady gaze locked onto Jeane's, before she spoke up. "I'll go first," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the danger. Jeane hesitated for a moment, her calculations weighing the risks against their timeline, before nodding curtly. The bridge creaked again, its wooden planks groaning under the weight of Sister Hale's next step.