Round 6

As Jeane stepped back into the church doorway, her eyes scanned the darkness within with a mixture of curiosity and determination. The air inside was heavy with dust and the faint scent of decay, but she could sense something else lurking beneath the surface—a presence that stirred her crimson eyes to life. Sister Hale's cautionary words still lingered in her mind, but Jeane's ambition proved stronger, fueled by the promise of power contained within the rusty key clutched in her pocket.

Silra watched Jeane's actions with a mixture of concern and wariness, her teal eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the sorceress's tense posture. The gravedigger's fear had not been just desperation, but rather a primal response to something ancient and malevolent that stirred in the darkness. As Silra stood watchfully beside Jeane, her hand rested on the hilt of her short sword, ever ready to intervene if necessary.