Round 91

Outside the ruined city of Gravehill, the market district stretches before them like a barren graveyard, the air heavy with the acrid scent of ash and smoke. The once-thriving streets now lay in ruins, a tangled mess of debris and rubble that threatens to swallow them whole. Sister Hale leads the way, her eyes scanning the desolate landscape as she clutches her unholy symbol tightly to her chest.

A faint glow catches their attention, drawing them towards a small, makeshift shrine that has appeared amidst the wreckage. The entrance is guarded by two imposing stone statues, their faces worn smooth by time and weather. The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very ground itself is alive and watching their every move.

Sister Hale's hand tightens around her symbol, a subtle gesture that speaks volumes about her unease. She whispers something to Silra, but the words are lost in the wind as the statues remain silent, their faces impassive. The runes on the ground pulse ominously, a reminder of the ancient power that has been unleashed upon them.