Round 68

The ground's steady pulse seemed to mock them as Gravedigger Renn's form crashed against the wall, his trembling body a stark contrast to Silra's calm determination. Sister Hale watched her with a mix of concern and caution, her silver holy symbol a meager comfort against the growing sense of unease that threatened to overwhelm them. The air was heavy with the stench of terror-smell, a noxious cloud seeping into every pore as Gravedigger Renn's body trembled.

Silra swiftly retrieved the rope with precision, her teal eyes fixed on the pulsing runes that seemed to feed off Gravedigger Renn's panic like a dark entity savoring weakness. The runes' ominous glow illuminated the tunnel system's pressure plates, which responded instantly to controlled movement, their steady rhythm a stark contrast to the chaos within. Sister Hale adjusted her stance fractionally, matching rhythm perfectly with Silra, as the ground pulsed ominously in sync with each vibration.