Round 79

In the heart of the glowing tunnel system, Sister Hale's steady voice cut through the oppressive silence like a beacon of reassurance. "We need to match their rhythm perfectly!" she urged, her words punctuated by the soft clinking of metal against stone as she pressed an unholy symbol against Gravedigger Renn's forehead. The pulsing plates beneath their feet fed greedily on his terror-smell, synchronizing with each THRUM-THRUM-THUD in a macabre waltz that underscored the ancient entity's growing hunger.

As the ground trembled ominously, Sister Hale maintained perfect timing alongside Silra, crossing each pressure plate with surgical precision. Gravedigger Renn's convulsions intensified, but he held his gaze on her for an instant, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. His terror-smell thickened, yet Sister Hale could feel it recede, a testament to her calming influence.

The runes pulsed hungrily around them, each beat a deliberate heartbeat tasting the air for more desperation to consume. The ground settled into its rhythm, and whatever was buried beneath them measured their Intent under pressure like they were on scales deciding whether they were prey or players. Sister Hale held Gravedigger Renn steady against the wall, his breathing still ragged but controlled now.