Round 352

The walls' synchronized breathing stopped completely—everything except that low pulsing hum growing stronger like heartbeat counting down seconds until next adaptation phase. Silra staggers back, pressing herself flat against the opposite side of the corridor as if putting distance between them could undo what just happened. Her skin is flushed an unnatural shade of red now, veins visible through translucent flesh pulsing with dark energy. “Fuck! FUCK!” She hisses through gritted teeth, the sound echoing ominously in the breathing tunnels. “You’ve accelerated it—felt it take another step inside me when you touched me.”