Round 8

As Sister Hale stumbled back, the noxious gas filling the passage, Silra's rope slipped from her grasp, striking a concealed lever and unleashing a deadly hiss from the tunnel wall. The air grew thick with choking fumes, and Jeane's eyes streamed with tears as she raised her unholy symbol to shield herself. Her voice cut through the growing din, a command that seemed to shatter the very stone beneath their feet: "Whatever cowers beneath us—show yourself to your betters!"