Round 120

The water wasn't rising so much as climbing their legs in hungry increments, each icy caress stealing more warmth than the last until even thinking straight became difficult. Jeane's wings spasmed uselessly against her back—interference disrupting flight control completely, leaving her grounded demonic meat despite being literally winged—and her crimson eyes focused with terrifying precision on every stress point across the corridor structure while her link failed, vision narrowing to that teal gaze locked onto hers through the rising water. Her voice emerged 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 base..."

Silra's rogue eyes tracked every strain point across Jeane’s expression despite failing link compromising peripheral vision—mathematical precision still visible through chattering teeth revealing hypothermia had exceeded even demonic cold tolerance limits. The water rose another inch around their ankles inside her failing shield bubble while electromagnetic interference from the data chip flickered ominously between them like dying star already compromised by failing magical link and hypothermia screaming through every nerve. She tightened her grip on Jeane's arm instinctively, holding her upright as the water rushed past their feet toward the corridor's far end where the emergency exit waited—if it still existed amidst the structural collapse.