Round 69

As the ground's pulse thrummed on, Sister Hale's eyes remained fixed on Gravedigger Renn, her hand instinctively tightening around the holy symbol at her neck. The air was heavy with the stench of terror-smell, a noxious cloud seeping into every pore as Gravedigger Renn's body trembled against the wall. Silra moved with precision, her teal eyes locked onto the pulsing runes that seemed to feed off Gravedigger Renn's panic like a dark entity savoring weakness.

With each vibration, the ground responded instantly to controlled weight shifts, the plates clicking into place like a finely tuned mechanism. Sister Hale matched Silra's rhythm perfectly, their formation a testament to their practiced communication amidst the chaos. The runes' ominous glow illuminated the tunnel system, casting an eerie light on the pair as they struggled to maintain their footing against the growing sense of unease that threatened to overwhelm them.