Round 9

As Halie stepped forward, her silver holy symbol held high, the air seemed to vibrate with anticipation. The skeletal remains, animated by dark magic, stirred fitfully, their empty sockets fixed on the approaching party members. Merrin moved with caution, her crossbow at the ready, while Varrika covered her back, her grip on the mace tightening. Jeane watched with a keen eye, her own power stirring in response to the ancient runes that bound the undead. The darkness pressed in around them, heavy with the weight of centuries, and Seraphine felt a shiver run down her spine as she whispered a silent prayer for their safe passage.