Round 168

Jeane's crimson eyes blaze with barely contained fury and concern as she watches Halie disappear into the blue light. You foolish woman! She snarls, taking a step forward despite her magical exhaustion—her wings beat in agitation against the oppressive atmosphere of the shifting corridor. Did you learn nothing from our encounter with that… thing? The sorceress' voice drips with disdain even as she feels a strange twist in her gut at Halie's defiant words. Jeane grits her teeth, resisting the urge to follow after Halie—her magical reserves are too depleted for such recklessness.