Round 124 Transcript

At dark corridor in New York high rise penthouse suite, the pressure shifts from waiting to immediate risk. The ward answers the party's presence with a fresh pulse through the stone and no one can mistake it for safety. The nearest sign of danger is now structural collapse imminent. Someone has to answer that change now.

The mirror Hera is bracing against the door wobbles precariously in her grip. The building groans ominously overhead, each creak and pop sending shivers down Hera's spine. She knows they're running out of time. "Is there anything else we can use to brace this door?" Hera calls out, her voice strained with desperation. "The mirror isn't going to hold much longer!"