Round 126

The alleyway plunged into darkness as the figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes aglow with an otherworldly light. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the narrow passage, sending a chill down Silra's spine. She instinctively reached for her lantern, her hand closing around it like a vice. Gravedigger Renn's terror-smell still lingered, a faint reminder of their previous encounter with the unknown terrors that lurked beneath Gravehill.

Silra's gaze darted between the figure and the pulsating runes, now counting forty-two distinct pulses. The rhythm was stabilizing, suggesting that whatever was buried down there had marked territory, but not necessarily prepared to pursue. She took a deep breath, weighing her options as the party stood frozen in uncertainty. "We need to move quickly," she said firmly, her voice laced with a hint of urgency.