Round 204

The building screams its death rattle—wood groaning, metal shrieking, concrete shifting under impossible weight. The wardstone pulses back in rhythm, heartbeat before the kill. Halie braces against the door frame, hands burning from contact, seepage already starting through cracks. "Thirty seconds!" Silra calculates, eyes scanning for any structural weakness that might buy them time. Jeane channels through the dildo plugged into the wall socket—arcane energy crackling around her fingers as she fights to contain both wardstone corruption and her own rising demonic urges. The barrier holds, but barely.

"Two minutes max!" Jeane grits through clenched teeth, sweat beading on her pale skin. "I can't hold this much longer! Move!"