Round 48

The chamber hung heavy with tension as Gravedigger Renn's legs gave out beneath him, his trembling form collapsing against the wall like a leaf in an autumn gust. The runes etched into the sarcophagi pulsed with an otherworldly energy, their rhythmic cadence echoing off the stone walls like the beat of a heart in a deathly silence. Sister Hale watched Renn's collapse with a mixture of concern and wariness, her silver holy symbol glinting in the dim light as she assessed the situation.

Jeane stood poised on the pressure plates, her eyes narrowing as she felt the ground beneath her feet respond to her presence. The pulses - THRUM-THRUM-THUD - seemed to be counting down seconds before something awakened fully, and she could sense the ancient power stirring beneath their feet. Her crimson eyes gleamed with a fierce determination as she shifted her stance carefully, testing the response of the plates to her intent. Silra moved along the chamber wall, maintaining a safe distance from Renn's quivering form while keeping a watchful eye on the glowing runes, her teal eyes narrowed in concentration.