Round 125

As Sister Hale finishes speaking, Silra's eyes narrow as she considers her words, her gaze darting between the pulsating runes and Gravedigger Renn, still recovering from his ordeal. The storm raged on outside, casting eerie shadows on the deserted streets. "I think we should move quickly," Silra says firmly, her voice controlled but laced with a hint of urgency. Gravedigger Renn nods weakly in agreement, his terror-smell fading under the rain's relentless patter.

The alley opens dark before them, its tactical advantage offering a potential escape route if they can control the bottleneck. Sister Hale's eyes follow Silra's lead, her gaze fixed on the pulsating runes as she counts each pulse with deliberate care. "Forty-two pulses and counting," she murmurs, her voice steady despite the urgency of their situation. The rhythm is stabilizing now, suggesting that whatever is downstairs marked territory, but not necessarily preparing to pursue.