Round 5

As they fled into the narrow corridor of cobblestones and ash, Silra's eyes locked onto the guard formation, her mind racing with the possibilities of their next move. Jeane's voice cut through the tension, her words dripping with an otherworldly authority as she revealed the hidden patterns etched into the stone beneath their feet. The air seemed to vibrate with the sorceress's power, her gaze piercing the darkness that lay ahead.

The guard who had faltered earlier now took a step back, his eyes darting between Jeane and Sister Hale, as if searching for an escape from the weight of their unyielding presence. Silra's voice was a whispered warning, urging Renn to move swiftly through the winding passage, her own senses on high alert for any sign of danger lurking in the shadows.

The darkness seemed to swallow them whole, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet as they descended deeper into the earth. The air grew colder, heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten rituals, and Jeane's eyes gleamed with an unholy light as she guided her companions through the treacherous tunnel.