Round 3

[Narrator | Narrator]
The stone walls of the ruined hall seem to lean in, holding their breath as each voice settles into place. The storm outside rumbles, a low reminder that the world beyond will not wait. The air thickens with the weight of choice: Jeane’s fire, Silra’s caution, Sister Hale’s quiet resolve. Their stances are clear enough to be heard without words—an unspoken pact forms in the hush between them. The unholy symbol glints faintly in the lantern light, a silent witness to the agreement that has just been forged. With the murmur of the wind as backdrop, the meeting ends. The next step is simple: each of them will take the rusted key, the rope, and the lantern to the heart of Gravehill’s derelict church, where the first stone of their new purpose will be laid. The storm outside keeps pace with the turning of that key.