Round 4

As Sister Hale's voice cut through the swirling ash, Silra's gaze snapped back to Jeane and herself, her eyes narrowing against the wind. "The thrumming under our feet—that's not wind," she said, tracing cracks in the stone with a gloved finger. The sound grew stronger, like grinding gears or claws on stone, making Sister Hale's skin crawl.

Jeane stepped into the sewer system beneath Gravehill, her sorcerer's robes billowing behind her as she descended into the darkness. The air reeked of decay and something older, coiling in the shadows like a waking serpent.