Round 130

As the ground shuddered once more, Sister Hale's steady hands gripped the wall for support, her eyes locked onto Silra's face with a mixture of concern and wariness. The cleric's voice cut through the chaos, "Seventy-one pulses now," she confirmed, her words laced with urgency as she weighed the options against the figure emerging from the shadows. Silra's gaze met Sister Hale's directly, her eyes searching for reassurance amidst the turmoil.

The air was heavy with the scent of rain and fear as Gravedigger Renn's legs twitched one last time before going still, his body now completely still. The figure at the alley entrance took another slow step forward, its glowing eyes fixed intently on Silra, who instinctively raised her dagger to defend herself. Sister Hale's voice was steady, "I trust my read on those runes, but you're right to be cautious," she said, meeting Silra's gaze with a firm expression.