Round 210

Jeane descends deeper into darkness clutching Abby's unconscious form against her chest, magical reserves dropping precipitously as skeletal figures circle above—barrier holding but how long? Current pulls insistently upward—towards surface or some other unknown danger? Ethereal figure materializes impossibly close now, gaze boring through Jeane's skull—fascination or terror? Can't be desire when every instinct screams at her to get away as fast as possible.