Round 55

Gravedigger Renn's legs convulsed uncontrollably, his body trembling against the wall as the ground shuddered beneath him. The air thickened with an otherworldly presence, and Sister Hale knelt beside him, her silver holy symbol casting a faint glow on the tunnel system's walls. The runes on the sarcophagi shrieked in unison with the earth's tremors, their ominous pulsing synchronized with each vibration. Silra swiftly readjusted her stance, her eyes fixed intently on the glowing runes as she tested the response to the pressure plates' shifting rhythm. The ground trembled beneath their feet, counting down seconds before something awakens fully, and Gravedigger Renn's panic-smell contaminated the air, fueling 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, each THRUM a countdown, a test of their coordination and worthiness. The party held their breath, waiting for the decision that would determine their fate, as the ground erupted in a maelstrom of sound and fury, leaving them with an impossible choice: to respond or be prey.