Round 220 Transcript

As Jeane casts her light spell, the chamber is bathed in a warm glow, illuminating the eerie bioluminescent plants and ancient coral formations. The air vibrates with an otherworldly energy, making Abby's skin prickle with unease. The skeletal figure takes another step closer, its glowing eyes fixed on Jeane, as the water beneath their feet begins to churn and foam. Suddenly, the glowing woman above them surges forward, her massive form undulating through the water like a living thing. Her presence seems to draw the energy from the air, causing Jeane's light spell to falter. The beam of light flickers and dims, casting the chamber in an eerie blue-green hue once more. The skeletal figure lunges forward, its bony hands outstretched, as Abby stumbles backward, her eyes fixed on the glowing woman. Jeane's wings tremble with exhaustion, her magical reserves dwindling rapidly. The air is thick with tension, and the water continues to churn, making it difficult for the party to maintain their footing. Abby's voice cuts through the chaos, "Jeane, we need to get out of here, now!"

I feel my wings tremble with exhaustion as I maintain what little magical energy remains. The glowing woman above us is... different from anything I've encountered. Her power feels ancient, almost primal, unlike the calculated sorcery I wield. She's not attacking yet—but that doesn't mean she won't. My voice is tight with barely controlled panic. We need to move. That skeletal thing behind us is getting closer, and I can feel something else in the water. Something big. I glance at Abby, her fear evident but controlled. Her presence steadies me, reminds me why we're here—why I'm risking everything. Stay close. If that thing in the water surfaces, I need to focus on defense. You'll have to watch our backs. A plan begins to form through my exhaustion. The portal is unstable, yes, but it brought us here. If I can stabilize it, create a link back... I might be able to create an escape route. But I need time—and space clear of immediate threats. That means dealing with the skeletons and keeping that woman's attention elsewhere. The skeletal figure lunges again, its movements jerky but purposeful. I raise my hands, gathering the last dregs of my power. Abby—I meet her eyes steadily—if I go down, you run. Don't hesitate. Find somewhere to hide until this is over. Before she can protest or question, I unleash a focused blast of telekinetic force at the skeletal figure—a spell that drains what little magical energy I have left.