Round 9

As Silra's voice cut through the choking fumes, her words were laced with desperation and frustration. The ash-choked road outside Gravehill's ruined city seemed to stretch on forever, a desolate expanse of darkness punctuated only by the faint glow of lanterns held by Jeane and herself. The rhythmic thrumming emanating from the street below had grown louder, its mechanical heartbeat a stark contrast to the eerie silence that followed Gravedigger Renn's cryptic warning.