Round 52

Sister Hale knelt beside Gravedigger Renn, her weary eyes fixed on the frantic informant. The air was heavy with tension as the ground beneath them pulsed in a steady rhythm, counting down seconds before something awakened fully. Her silver holy symbol glowed softly against the darkness of the tunnel system, casting an eerie glow on the walls. The runes tracing the sarcophagi pulsed ominously in sync with each vibration, their cold light casting an otherworldly glow over the scene.

"Gravedigger Renn, hold still," Sister Hale urged, her voice steady despite the growing unease that threatened to consume her. Her gaze was locked on the glowing runes, her expression unreadable behind her mask as she watched Silra's eyes scan the ancient symbols with an intensity that bordered on reverence. The plates beneath their feet thrummed in a steady rhythm, measuring the party's Intent and weighing their worthiness to respond.

As the ground shuddered beneath Gravedigger Renn's convulsing legs, Sister Hale felt the pressure intensify against their formation. She knew that each THRUM of the runes was not just a simple vibration – it was a deliberate measurement, a test of their Intent, and a taste of Gravedigger Renn's panic-smell that seemed to cling to everything around them like a shroud. The ground pulsed steadily, counting down seconds before something awakened fully, its ancient power stirring from the depths below.