Round 14

As Silra finished her report, the faint blue-green glow emanating from the tunnel entrance pulsed more rapidly, as if it was responding to her words. The captain's eyes widened in alarm, and he took a step back, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Hold!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the growing din. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the sound of rushing water echoed through the air.

Sister Hale stepped closer to Silra, her eyes fixed on the pulsing light from the tunnel entrance. She grasped the silver holy symbol at her neck, her fingers tracing its familiar shape as she considered the captain's words. "Whatever is down there," she said, her voice low and measured, "we need to make sure it knows we're not here to fight—we're here to rebuild." The storm raged on above, its fury a stark contrast to the eerie calm within the tunnel.

Jeane watched Sister Hale with a keen eye, her mind already piecing together a tactical picture. She filed the verification away alongside Renn's description, her crimson gaze darting between the party members as they prepared for what lay ahead. The unholy symbol in her hand pulsed with energy, and she focused her arcane power on the task at hand.