Round 1

As Jeane slipped into the abandoned church, the flickering lanterns cast eerie shadows on her pale skin. The air inside was heavy with dust and the faint scent of decay. She moved with purpose, the unholy symbol held low against her palm, its power coursing through the rusted lock like a serpent waking from slumber. With a soft groan, the mechanism yielded, and Jeane glided into the darkness within.

Outside, Sister Hale's voice was a soothing balm to Gravedigger Renn's frazzled nerves as she stepped forward. "Gravedigger, please—what is the situation within? We mean no harm, only to restore this place as a sanctuary." Her gentle smile faltered for an instant as she took in his trembling form, but her compassion remained unwavering. The church loomed behind them, its empty windows like dark sentinels watching the road, where the city guard patrol moved with deliberate slowness, their eyes fixed on Gravedigger Renn's retreating back.