Round 117

Sister Hale's gaze remained unwavering as she addressed Silra, her voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within. The cleric's eyes darted between the cellar doorway and Silra, who stood poised by the window, her movements economical and deliberate. Gravedigger Renn, still trembling against the wall, seemed a fragile anchor to their reality. The glowing eyes from downstairs had grown bolder, their presence now a palpable force that pulsed with an otherworldly energy.