Round 3

As they ventured deeper into the ash-choked road outside Gravehill, a low, rhythmic thrumming emanated from the cracked stone beneath their feet. The sound grew steadier, as if something unseen was moving in the dark tunnels below, its presence stirring the air with an ancient hunger. Jeane's sorcerer's robes billowed behind her as she stepped forward into the swirling ash, her voice flat and certain: "The ground holds secrets we've disturbed." Sister Hale gripped the unholy symbol beneath her habit, her eyes fixed on the others, while Silra crouched at the edge of the collapsed building, tracing cracks in the stone with a gloved finger.