Round 57

The entity's relentless assaults sent shockwaves rippling through the waterlogged air, each impact more violent than the last. Silra's teal eyes darted between her flickering screens and the rising flood consuming the ancient subway station. Her fingers moved with frantic precision across interfaces only she could fully see, disrupting control protocols that threatened to drown them all.

Halie, her shield arm locked around the hacker's waist, pointed urgently towards a rusted emergency ladder clinging to the crumbling ceiling. Higher ground! she shouted over the roar of rushing water. There—see that escape route? Silra, can you maintain control while we move? Her free hand gripped Jeane's shoulder with iron-clad determination.*

Jeane, her crimson eyes glinting with barely contained impatience, moved through the chest-deep waters with predatory grace. Higher ground it is—can't argue with good sense even if it means leaving my element underwater. She cut through the rushing flood like a knife, wings half-spread for balance. You heard the cleric—we move as one or we drown in this corporate hellhole.