Round 85

Sister Hale took a cautious step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the silver holy symbol at her belt, as if seeking comfort in its familiar weight. The plates beneath them continued to hum with an ominous energy, their pulsating rhythm now faster and more insistent than before. Gravedigger Renn's trembling hand remained clutching the rusty key, a tangible reminder of the ancient power they had disturbed. Silra's eyes darted between her companions, her mind racing with the implications of their discovery. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, as if Whatever was buried beneath them was now fully awakened and hungry for more. The cleric's voice cut through the silence, her words laced with a mix of trepidation and determination. "We need to decide how to proceed, quickly."