Round 83

In the oppressive silence, Sister Hale's voice cut through the air like a beacon of hope, her words laced with a mix of trepidation and determination. "I feel it now—the pressure shifting through my bootsoles, something ancient and wrong bleeding intent into this space." The runes pulsed hungrily around them, casting an eerie glow over the tunnel as they continued to vibrate in sync with each other—THRUM-THRUM-THUD—a discordant melody that seemed to mock their attempts at synchronization. Silra watched her cleric companion with a keen eye, her own anxiety simmering just below the surface as she waited for Sister Hale's next move.

The air was heavy with malevolent intent, and Gravedigger Renn's trembling form against the wall seemed to be the only thing holding them together. His terror-smell continued to contaminate everything around him, feeding something beneath their feet like a dark tide. The ground trembled ominously in response to Sister Hale's words, as if whatever was buried down there was now fully awakened and hungry for more.