Round 7

As Sister Hale stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the church facade, drinking in the intricate web of residual energies that pulsed with a faint hum. The cleric's gaze swept across the stone, mapping the complex signatures that seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly power. Jeane cast Protection from Normal Missiles on herself and Silra, feeling the subtle shimmering field take effect as they moved toward the church entrance. The magic felt solid and responsive, a good casting that would shield them from harm for exactly one hour.

Silra's fingers drummed a staccato rhythm on the hilt of her dagger as she searched the road's edge methodically, using her rogue skills to detect vibrations or scent changes that might indicate hidden entrances or recent disturbance. Her eyes scanned the ground, searching for any sign of recent activity. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, but Silra's trained senses picked up on a faint hint of something else – a subtle change in the natural order that hinted at the presence of something moving beneath the streets.

Sister Hale moved toward the church entrance, keeping the stone wall between them and the road. Her eyes scanned the facade, searching for any obvious magical warnings or traps. The cleric's gaze lingered on the main door, where old suppressed malevolence seemed to linger, a dark residue that hinted at the presence of a powerful practitioner. As they approached, Sister Hale murmured a silent prayer, her hand resting on the hilt of her own dagger, ready for whatever lay ahead.