Round 58

Deep within the tunnel system, Silra swiftly adjusted her stance, her eyes locked onto the glowing runes that pulsed ominously in sync with each vibration of the ground. Sister Hale knelt beside Gravedigger Renn, her silver holy symbol casting a faint glow on the walls as she felt the pressure intensify against their formation. The air was heavy with the stench of terror-smell, fueling the ancient presence that pulsed through the plates like a dark tide.

"We need to stabilize him," Silra whispered urgently to Sister Hale, her voice barely audible over the growing din of the ground's rhythmic pulse. Sister Hale nodded grimly, her hands fluttering over the holy symbol as she sought a way to soothe Gravedigger Renn's panic-smell. As they adjusted their stance fractionally off the plates one at a time, the ground continued to tremble beneath them, each THRUM-THRUM-THUD echoing through the passageway like a countdown to some ancient, malevolent purpose.

The runes on the sarcophagi shrieked louder with every spike of fear from Gravedigger Renn, and Silra carefully looped the 50 feet of rope around her shoulder, its weight a reassuring presence as she readied herself to restrain him. Sister Hale's eyes darted between the pulsating runes and the convulsing Gravedigger Renn, her face set in a determined expression. The air was heavy with tension, and the ground seemed to be waiting for their next move, measuring their Intent through pressure like an ancient, malevolent entity.