Blood Moon

The storm outside had quieted, but the weight inside the room hadn't lifted.

They gathered together, sharing what they have learned and what they need to do moving forward now.

"We'll start in the southwest first. Lets see if we can find another path. If they saw you two, then they would surely guard that." Chen Rong said, his voice low but certain. "That's where the trail leads. If there's a hidden path to the catacombs, that's where it'll be."

Lin Feng nodded once, silent as always, but focused. "There's a ruined shrine at the edge of the fire-damaged district. Locals avoid it. Could be superstition, or something they know and won't say."

Feng Jiao Xue leaned back slightly, one arm resting across her chest, the other hand gently drumming her fingers along the wood. "We need to go in quiet. No large footsteps, no reckless attacks. Whatever's taking people doesn't want attention… and it doesn't leave survivors."