Round 116

As the last pulse of the sequence reached its peak, Sister Hale stood firm beside her ritual circle, her eyes fixed on Silra as she expertly positioned herself by the window. The air seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the creaking of the cellar door as it swung open, revealing a pair of glowing eyes that stared back at the trio with an unblinking malevolence. Sister Hale's hand remained steady on the unholy symbol, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into its surface as she watched Silra's calculated movements. The cleric's gaze darted between the cellar door and the window, her mind racing with the implications of their decision to proceed with caution.