Round 5

As Silra's slender fingers danced across the lock, her teal eyes gleamed with a mix of determination and trepidation. The air was heavy with the scent of ash and decay, the stormy sky casting an ominous glow over the ruined city. Gravedigger Renn watched warily, his frightened expression a testament to the unspoken promise Silra had made him – the safety of the church's new followers. With a soft click, the entrance ward spell was disabled, its magical energies dissipating into the darkness.