Round 86

The ground trembled beneath their feet, the runes pulsating in sync with each vibration. Sister Hale's eyes were fixed on Gravedigger Renn, his hand still clutching the rusty key from the dead magistrate. The air was heavy with tension as they waited for whatever was buried beneath them to react. Silra's gaze darted between her companions, her mind racing with the implications of their discovery.

The cleric's voice cut through the silence, laced with a mix of trepidation and determination. "Wait—what was that?" She seemed to be considering their next move, her eyes locked on the key in Gravedigger Renn's hand. The tremor had stopped, but the plates beneath them continued to hum with an ominous energy.

Gravedigger Renn's trembling hand remained clutching the rusty key, a tangible reminder of the ancient power they had disturbed. Silra's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the possibilities. Whatever was buried beneath them was listening, and it seemed to be considering their Intent. The runes pulsed hungrily around them, THRUM-THRUM-THUD, as if eager for a response.

Sister Hale's voice continued, steady but laced with concern. "It's evaluating our meaning, deciding whether we're worthy of response or just more prey." She seemed to be weighing their options carefully, her eyes fixed on the plates beneath them. The air was thick with anticipation, as if whatever was buried beneath them was waiting for their next move.