Round 120

As the ground continued to convulse beneath their feet, Silra's grip on Gravedigger Renn's collar tightened, her eyes darting between the cellar doorway and Sister Hale, who stood resolute beside the pulsating runes. The air was heavy with tension as they waited for a decision, the elf rogue's jaw clenched in determination.

Sister Hale's gaze never wavered from the glowing eyes, her hand still raised in a defensive gesture, ready to invoke her unholy symbol if need be. "We can't stay here," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the din of the ground's rumbling. "Whatever is down there is drawing closer, and we can't let it—"

But before she could finish, the ground lurched violently once more, sending a nearby candelabra crashing to the floor, its flame extinguished by the sudden impact. The runes on the wall flashed briefly, as if urging them to make a decision, their pulsing energy coursing through the air like a dark tide.

Gravedigger Renn's legs thrashed about, his body shaking uncontrollably against the wall, his terror-smell hanging heavy in the air. Silra's eyes locked onto Sister Hale's, her face set in a resolute expression. "We need to move," she said, her voice low and urgent.