Round 54

As the ground convulsed beneath Gravedigger Renn, Sister Hale knelt beside him, her silver holy symbol casting an eerie glow on the walls of the tunnel system. The runes on the sarcophagi shrieked in unison with the earth's tremors, and the air seemed to thicken with an otherworldly presence. Something ancient and wrong was now fully awakened, its hunger for terror-smell surging like a dark tide.

Silra swiftly readjusted her weight on the pressure plates, testing response to the shifting rhythm as the runes pulsed ominously in sync with each vibration. The ground trembled beneath their feet, counting down seconds before something awakens fully. Gravedigger Renn's panic-smell contaminated the air, feeding off the ancient presence that pulsed through the plates.

Sister Hale's eyes locked onto the glowing runes as she felt the pressure intensify against their formation. She knew that each THRUM of the runes was a countdown, a test of their coordination and worthiness. The party held their breath, waiting for the decision that would determine their fate.