Round 17

As the storm raged on, Jeane's crimson eyes gleamed with a fierce determination as she cast Detect Magic once more, her power coursing through the air like a dark current. The spell's subtle tendrils found something beneath their feet, multiple movements that seemed to be working together in perfect harmony, like the rhythmic pounding of a hidden heart. Silra crouched low, her teal eyes fixed intently on the ground as she signaled Sister Hale back with two fingers, the silent signal they had agreed upon.

Sister Hale's steady gaze locked onto the city guard across from them, three figures watching with an air of expectation. She hummed a soft warning to her companions, her voice barely audible over the rain, and drew her mace in one fluid motion, its worn leather creaking softly as she turned slowly to scan their surroundings. Jeane's spell had revealed a hidden pattern beneath their feet, but Sister Hale knew that the city guard could be just as deadly as any trap or creature lurking in the shadows. The air was heavy with tension as they waited for Gravedigger Renn to reveal more about the dangers that lay beneath Gravehill's streets.