Round 383

The walls had gone quiet now, their synchronized breathing stopped entirely—everything except that low pulsing hum growing stronger like a heartbeat counting down seconds until next adaptation phase. Silra's complete consumption timeline accelerated to approximately three hours based on observed rates. The creature before them leans forward, its dark eyes burning with an intense, possessive light, as it whispers, "Open yourself, and open the way." The air crackles with energy, and the walls' adaptive tissue respond by subtly shifting the temperature of the air, creating a warm, tingling sensation that spreads from my core outward.