Round 15

As the storm raged on above, a faint blue-green glow emanated from the tunnel entrance, pulsating more rapidly in response to Gravedigger Renn's words. His stammered warning was barely audible over the growing din, but Jeane's crimson eyes remained fixed on him, her mind already piecing together a tactical picture. "What's down there?" she asked, her voice low and measured, as if the answer itself held the key to their survival.

Sister Hale stepped closer to Renn, her fingers tracing the familiar shape of her silver holy symbol at her neck. The captain's eyes widened in alarm, his hand on the hilt of his sword, but Jeane's gaze darted between the party members as they prepared for whatever lay ahead. "Whatever is down there," she said, her voice steady, "we need to make sure it knows we're not here to fight—we're here to rebuild." The ground beneath their feet trembled in response to another low rumble from beneath, and Silra's eyes narrowed, her hand on the hilt of her own sword.