Round 115

As Sister Hale finished her ritual, the runes on the wall flashed with an otherworldly energy, casting eerie shadows across Silra's tense face as she stood guard near the cellar door. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, the ground shuddering once more as the sixth vibration of the sequence built in intensity. "We must proceed with caution," Sister Hale said, her voice steady despite the growing unease. Gravedigger Renn's terror-smell wafted up towards the trio like a noxious cloud, and Silra darted a wary glance at her informant, her eyes locked on the cellar door where glowing eyes now stared back. The runes tracked their movements with an unnerving precision, adjusting their focus on Silra's face as she shifted her weight towards the window nearest the front door in a subtle display of tactical awareness.