Round 67

The ground pulsed once more, its rhythm steady and deliberate as Gravedigger Renn's trembling form crashed against the wall. Sister Hale adjusted her stance fractionally, feeling out the response through her boot soles, while Silra swiftly retrieved the rope with precision. The runes on the sarcophagi pulsed ominously in sync with each vibration, feeding off Gravedigger Renn's panic-smell like a dark entity savoring weakness.

Sister Hale's silver holy symbol seemed a meager comfort against the growing sense of unease that threatened to overwhelm them. She felt the weight of the pressure plates beneath her feet, the deliberate THRUM-THRUM-THUD steady and unyielding despite Gravedigger Renn's violent convulsions. The air was heavy with the stench of terror-smell, a noxious cloud seeping into every pore as Gravedigger Renn's body trembled.

Silra's teal eyes remained fixed on the pulsing runes, her expression a mask of calm determination. She struggled to muffle Gravedigger Renn's terrified gasps, her movements economical and precise. The ground itself seemed to pulse in time with each vibration, counting down seconds before something awakened fully, its hunger for terror-smell surging like a dark tide.