Round 82

Hera stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the electrified barrier of Jeane’s outstretched wings. The air crackled with energy, and sparks danced across the feathers like living jewels. Her heart hammered in her chest, but her mind was made up—she had to reach Abby before something worse happened.

"I have to get through there," she said, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her. "I don’t care about your wires or your electricity. Move aside."