Round 71

As the last vibration faded from the sarcophagi, Sister Hale's gaze snapped to Gravedigger Renn, her eyes widening in alarm as he slumped against the wall, his terror-smell intensifying like a noxious cloud. The ground trembled once more, then settled into a steady, deliberate rhythm: THRUM-THRUM-THUD, each vibration measuring their Intent with precision. Silra watched her partner's movements, adjusting her stance fractionally as she prepared to cross another plate carefully.

Sister Hale felt out the vibrations through her soles, her face set in a determined expression as she crossed plates with perfect timing across from Silra. The runes on the sarcophagi pulsed ominously in sync with each vibration, feeding greedily on Gravedigger Renn's panic like something ancient tasting weakness in the air itself. As they worked, the cleric's practical habit seemed out of place amidst the eerie glow of the runes, yet she moved with a quiet confidence born of duty and experience.