Round 51

The darkness of the tunnel system seemed to swallow the lantern's light whole, casting an eerie glow on the walls as it danced across the stone. The air was heavy with tension, thick with the stench of Gravedigger Renn's terror-smell that clung to him like a shroud. Silra stood apart from the others, her teal eyes fixed intently on the glowing runes tracing the sarcophagi, her gaze cold and calculating.

The plates beneath their feet pulsed in a steady rhythm, counting down seconds before something awakened fully. Sister Hale watched Gravedigger Renn huddled against the wall, his panic-smell thick and cloying, as Silra's eyes scanned the runes, her expression unreadable behind her mask. The group held their breath, waiting for the response from the ancient entity buried below, its presence measured by the subtle shifts in pressure distribution.