Round 127

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

The party stood frozen in uncertainty, their eyes fixed on the entrance to the alleyway as a loud crash echoed through the darkness, followed by the sound of shattering glass. A figure took a step forward, its presence seeming to fill the entire alleyway. Gravedigger Renn, still recovering from his ordeal, watched with wide eyes as the figure's glowing eyes locked onto them. The air was heavy with tension, the stormy sky above mirroring the turmoil within the party.