Round 37

Jeane’s crimson eyes gleam with predatory amusement as she surveys the room, her dark wings folding neatly behind her. "You’re making this far more complicated than it needs to be." She moves toward the center of the room with feline grace, each step deliberate and commanding.

Halia’s fists clench at her sides, jaw set in a stubborn line. This isn’t a debate. Her voice trembles slightly but gains strength as she continues. We have a job to do tomorrow—a dangerous one. If you’d prefer not to participate, feel free to leave now. But understand this: I won’t be manipulated or used again.

Silence falls heavy in the room, broken only by Abby’s rapid breathing from her corner refuge and Silra’s soft whimper as she slowly regains consciousness.