Round 10

As Sister Hale knelt beside the marked cobblestone, her fingers danced across the arcane sigil, weaving a prayer for protection into its pulsing aura. The air around her seemed to thicken with an almost palpable sense of trepidation, as if the very stones themselves sensed her intent. Her voice was barely audible, yet laced with conviction: "This stone has seen too much blood already." The words hung in the air like a challenge, a testament to her unwavering faith in the transformative power of her craft.

Jeane's Detect Magic flared briefly, illuminating the secondary pressure plate ahead. Her unholy symbol glowed with an otherworldly light, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding cobblestones. The aura pulsed with a low, green hum, marking the hidden danger that lurked beneath. Sister Hale's eyes never left the sigil as she continued to channel divine energy into its depths, her hands moving in a slow, deliberate dance that seemed to coax the stone back from the brink of destruction.