Round 101

The walls' breathing pattern skipped a beat at the exact moment of complete closure—intelligence adapted trap mechanism to wait for their next move instead of simple mechanical lock. The grinding sound stopped completely, replaced by low pulsing hum that's definitely heartbeat counting down but now synchronized with my own racing pulse rather than matching Silra's. I recalculate tactical parameters instantly: walls' breathing pattern skipped beat at exact moment of complete closure—intelligence adapted trap mechanism to wait for our next move instead of simple mechanical lock.

I watch the walls pulse in perfect rhythm with Jeane's heartbeat, matching her magic signature exactly—the fuckers learned us completely in six minutes of transit time. My right arm is cold dead tissue now at fifty-eight percent coverage which means ten minutes coordination remain functional before complete motor failure, and that timeline was calculated already when I initiated proximity grab to accelerate transmission timeline seven minutes ahead.