Round 118

The rising waters lapped hungrily at their ankles, each icy caress sapping more warmth and coordination. Jeane's crimson eyes flicked across the rapidly deteriorating corridor structure—demonic visual analysis processing every stress point with terrifying precision even as her link failed, vision narrowing to tunnel focus around Silra's teal gaze. Her wings spasmed uselessly again from interference disrupting flight control completely, but she maintained voice colder than emotional distance through chattering teeth revealing hypothermia had exceeded even her tolerance limits: "Wall section giving way confirms structural cascade begins in twenty-three seconds if we remain stationary based on concrete groaning frequency and rebar stress." The water churned ominously around them inside her failing shield bubble while electromagnetic interference from the data chip flickered between them like dying star already compromised by hypothermia affecting her spellcasting reliability.