Round 38

As Sister Hale's gaze met Gravedigger Renn's terror-stricken face, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken understanding. The weight of their cautious approach was palpable, each step echoing through the tunnel like a whispered prayer. The glowing plates pulsed in rhythmic sequence, a living entity responding to their presence. "It's not just mechanical," Sister Hale whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Whatever is down there, it's communicating with us." Her eyes darted towards Jeane, seeking reassurance that her fellow cleric shared her unease about the unknown dangers lurking beneath Gravehill. The elf rogue's gaze flickered to Sister Hale, and for a moment, their mutual concern hung in the air like a fragile thread.