Round 9

As Silra's blade sliced through the oiled rope, a hidden spring in the stone released, shooting hot vapor up the fibers with an acrid smell lingering in the air. Jeane stepped closer to the chasm edge, her unholy symbol glinting in the lantern light as she surveyed the trap. Gravedigger Renn cowered behind a nearby rock, his eyes darting between Silra and Jeane.

Jeane's words dripped with an unsettling intensity: "This isn't an accident—someone wanted this path blocked." Her gaze locked onto Renn, her sorcery crackling with anticipation as she gestured sharply. The air seemed to vibrate with her unspoken demand, and the frightened informant's eyes betrayed a flicker of fear.