Round 104

The bathroom transforms into a disaster zone in seconds—water gushing from the broken shower stall mixes with spilled lubricant to create a treacherous surface that makes every movement an exercise in precarious balance. The wardstone pulses accelerate, each impact sending visible cracks racing through the tile floor like spiderwebs of impending doom. Hera finds herself pressed against the door, hands flat against wood that feels fever-hot from the corruption seeping through. She can feel the building groaning around them like a dying animal, timbers creaking under strain they were never designed to withstand. Across the small space, Jeane maintains her barrier spell with visible effort—sweat darkens her pale skin as she channels power that pulses in time with the wardstone's rhythm. Her crimson eyes are wide and desperate as they flick between Hera's frozen form and Halie's blazing shield arm. "Silra! Get that mirror deeper!" she snaps, voice cracking with urgency. "Hera, switch with me—you're shaking so hard you'll lose your grip." Her gaze locks onto Halie next. "And you—yes you, stop feeding it!"