Round 6

As Halie's silver holy symbol glowed softly in the fading light, its gentle warmth a stark contrast to the dark magic pulsing from the ancient gate, she knelt before Jeane, her voice steady despite the weight of concern etched on her face. "Sister, I feel it too—the hunger in these old spells," she said, her words laced with a sense of foreboding. Varrika stood watchfully beside her, her mace at the ready, its heavy head thudding against her palm as she gazed at the gate's runes with a mixture of trepidation and determination.