Round 95

The air vents roared like a beast awakened, their powerful gusts threatening to dislodge the trio clinging precariously to the ancient metal grating beneath them. Jeane clung to the compromised catwalk above, her crimson eyes fixed on Silra's frantic typing below while the elf woman kept her chin just above the rising flood line. Silra's teal eyes flickered rapidly between screens and Jeane's precarious perch—she calculated thermal stress patterns within hairline fractions while maintaining hack progress through sheer force of will against?. The grating beneath them shifted ominously, metal groaning under pressure as water surged upward through ancient cracks in the concrete. Jeane clung to the compromised catwalk above, her crimson eyes fixed on Silra's frantic typing below while the?.