Round 68

The blue light from downstairs pulses brighter now, illuminating the dark recesses of the chamber in strobing rhythm. The sweet-sick scent intensifies, making it hard for everyone to breathe. Suddenly, the walls behind them begin to shift and move, reacting intelligently to their presence. Halie shouts, "We need to get her out of here, now!" Her voice echoes through the chamber as she swiftly assesses Silra's condition, the urgency in her tone clear. Jeane takes a step back instinctively, her wings half-spreading before she forces them down again. The sweet-sick scent has saturated this entire chamber now, which means whatever attached itself to Silra isn't contained anymore but actively dispersing through air. If we're all breathing the same tainted atmosphere already, then sending her out alone doesn't solve the immediate problem—it just delays secondary contamination by a few minutes while... Silra's voice cuts through the tension, cold and calculated. "I need both of you to listen very carefully—what I'm about to say isn't negotiation..."