Round 36 Transcript

Silra's hand still rests near her dagger hilt. The elf is watching me with predatory attention—she knows something isn't right here. I let my wings unfurl slowly, stretching them to their full span across this luxury penthouse suite. The feathers catch the soft light like living shadows. "There you have it," I say calmly to Hera and Abby. "The truth, as simple and complicated as that."

Silra watches Jeane's wings unfurl with cold calculation instead of awe. "Succubus," she says flatly, blade still drawn though lowered slightly. "Hera, get out." She doesn't look away from Jeane but speaks sharply enough to cut through the crowd noise. "Take Abby downstairs and wait." Hera hesitates but Silra's tone brooks no argument—this is operational directive not request.