Round 128

The air was heavy with the scent of rain and fear as Gravedigger Renn's legs gave out beneath him, crashing to the ground in a helpless heap. The figure at the alley entrance took another step forward, its glowing eyes fixed intently on Silra, who instinctively raised her dagger to defend herself. Sister Hale grasped the wall for support, her steady hands gripping the stone as she watched the unfolding scene with a mixture of concern and wariness.

The ground continued to shake, making it difficult for the party to stand upright, and the alley walls seemed to close in around them, their stone surfaces slick with rainwater. Silra's voice cut through the chaos, her words laced with a hint of urgency as she calculated their options. "Alright, so the alley was looking tactically useful for controlling entry points but now we have an actual glowing-eyed figure standing at the mouth of it—and this thing isn't just underground pressure anymore." Sister Hale's eyes darted between Silra and the figure, her gaze lingering on the cleric's face as she searched for reassurance.

The ground shuddered again, making Gravedigger Renn twitch violently as he struggled to free himself from some unseen force. The figure at the alley entrance moved forward slowly, its glowing eyes fixed on Silra who readied her dagger with a practiced hand. Sister Hale's voice was steady, yet laced with concern as she weighed their options. "I see Gravedigger Renn collapse in terror, his body twitching like he's being pulled down by some unseen force." The rain poured down around them, casting eerie shadows on the walls as they stood frozen in uncertainty, their eyes fixed on the entrance to the alleyway.