Round 391 Transcript

Silra's ethereal fingers tighten around Jeane's neck, her light pulsating in tandem with the creature's hum. The fluid around Abby's head and shoulders continues to swirl, drawing her towards the creature's waiting form. The walls' breathing grows louder, a steady drumbeat that underscores the tension. As the fluid envelops Abby completely, it seems to take on a life of its own, tendrils of light stretching out to caress Jeane's face. The creature's dark eyes seem to bore into Jeane's very soul, and Silra's light pulses with a desperate urgency, as if trying to shield her from the creature's influence.