Round 23

As they ventured deeper into the narrow crevice, the air grew colder, and the ground trembled in three-pulse rhythm beneath their feet. Gravedigger Renn's eyes darted nervously between Jeane and Sister Hale, his shoulders hunched in a mixture of desperation and fear. The bioluminescent walls writhe and pulse with their movement, casting eerie shadows across the passage. A faint scent of ozone wafted through the air, mingling with the musky salt smell of damp earth.

Jeane led the way, her eyes scanning the pulsing walls for any sign of movement. Sister Hale followed closely behind, her hand instinctively moving to the silver holy symbol at her breast. Silra brought up the rear, her gaze fixed on Gravedigger Renn with a mixture of suspicion and wariness. "Informant stays behind us where we can watch him better," she said coolly, her voice barely above a whisper.