Round 67

Halie moved forward through the water, her shield magic wavering but holding steady despite the strain. The ice bridge groaned beneath them as she stepped closer to Silra. "What do you mean 'target acquired'?" Her voice came out more sharply than intended—fear mixing with barely suppressed anger at their precarious situation. She looked around quickly, scanning every shadow and watery surface for movement or threat.

Jeane stalked forward into the maintenance tunnel, her wings half-spread for balance in the narrow space. The air here was thick with the stench of decay and something else—something metallic that set her teeth on edge. Her crimson eyes scanned every shadow, every pipe junction, looking for threats beyond what Silra's screens could detect. "That entity isn't natural," she growled, more to herself than anyone else.