Round 92

As Sister Hale steps forward into the shrine proper, her eyes fixed on the glowing runes etched into the ancient stones, a subtle tremble runs through her body. The air around her seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very ground itself is alive and watching their every move. Silra's gaze flicks between the statues guarding the entrance and Sister Hale's steady figure, her expression a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

Sister Hale continues to speak, her voice echoing strangely in the space, "We come before you," she says, addressing not just the altar but the thing that built it and all its kind. The runes on the ground pulse ominously, a reminder of the ancient power that has been unleashed upon them. Silra's eyes dart towards Sister Hale, her face a mask of concern, as if searching for reassurance in the cleric's steady presence.