Round 13

The air was heavy with tension as Sister Hale watched Silra cautiously approach the tunnel entrance. The soft blue-green glow emanating from within cast an otherworldly light on the dark stone walls, pulsing with a gentle rhythm that seemed to match the beating of her own heart. Captain Ormond's voice cut through the silence, his words laced with desperation and calculation as he urged them forward. "Be careful down there," he warned, his eyes darting between the party members as if searching for an escape route.

Sister Hale's gaze met Silra's, a silent understanding passing between them. They knew that whatever lay beneath Gravehill was not to be trifled with, and the captain's fear was palpable. The storm raged on above, its fury a stark contrast to the eerie calm within the tunnel. As Silra stepped back into the street, Sister Hale called out, her voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within. "Five minutes," she reminded them, her eyes fixed on the tunnel entrance where the light pulsed faintly.

Jeane's crimson gaze seemed to bore into the very heart of the situation, her mind racing with calculations and possibilities. The captain's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the risks they took by delving into the unknown. As she stepped back from the church doorway, her eyes narrowed, calculating the potential usefulness of whatever lay beneath Gravehill.