Round 75

As Sister Hale's silver holy symbol glowed in the dim light, she advanced another plate with deliberate precision, her eyes locked onto Gravedigger Renn's contorted face. The runes on the sarcophagi pulsed ominously in sync with each vibration, feeding greedily on Gravedigger's terror-smell like a dark, ancient entity sated by weakness. The air thickened with fear, and Sister Hale's voice cut through the chaos, steady and reassuring despite her own growing unease. "I won't give whoever designed this horror more panic to feed on by breaking formation," she said, her words a testament to the discipline that kept them moving forward.

The ground shook violently beneath their feet as they crossed plate after plate, the pressure plates glowing with an eerie blue light that sent a jolt of electricity through their bodies. As they regained balance, Sister Hale's gaze darted between Gravedigger Renn and Silra, her mind racing with the implications of whatever was buried beneath them. The glowing plates now arranged in a new pattern seemed to be measuring their Intent, evaluating whether they were worthy of response or just more prey.