Round 47

Jeane watched Silra work with a growing sense of impatience, her wings shifting restlessly behind her. The water was already at her waist now, and the thought of being trapped in this flooded tunnel with some demon entity looming over them made her skin crawl. "Enough theatrics," she snapped, turning to face the elf woman. "I don't have time for your digital drama queen routine." Her crimson eyes flashed dangerously as she stood imperiously despite the rising water. "You want us to coordinate faster? Then stop monologuing about every single line of code and actually hack something useful."

Silra barely paused in her frantic typing, her fingers a blur across multiple interfaces. The cold water lapped at her waist now, seeping through her clothes and making her shiver involuntarily. "You want useful?" she retorted without looking up. "I'm not just 'monologuing' here—this thing has layered security protocols that would make a government spy blush." Her teal eyes flicked between screens showing firewall after firewall, each one requiring meticulous dissection to bypass. "And for your information," she continued, voice tight with concentration, "the collar's working exactly as designed—it's keeping the entity contained while giving me admin access to its codebase."

Jeane rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't care about the technical details, Silra—I care about results." She glanced back at the entity looming in the water behind them, its form shifting and changing like dark oil on water. "We need out of here before that thing decides to get hands-on with our systems."

Silra gritted her teeth, not slowing her furious typing for even a moment. "I'm working on it! You think I want this thing anywhere near my thoughts?" She shoved her wet hair back from her forehead with one hand while the other never ceased its dance across the interface. "Fine. We'll leave its digital ass behind once we have what we need." She turned to Halie, standing nearby with her silver cross raised defensively. "You think I want this thing anywhere near my thoughts?" Her voice was tight with barely controlled irritation, but her fingers never stopped moving, hacking through layer after layer of security as the water continued to rise around them all.