Round 97

Jeane's wings extended fully now, a pair of leathery sails catching the light from the room's perimeter candles. The effect was less angelic and more predatory—each beat stirred the air into small vortices that disturbed the floating ash motes. Her eyes found Abby first, locking onto the civilian woman with an intensity that made Hera pause mid-stride.

The demoness's voice cut through the silence like a knife: "Abby." One word, but it carried weight—an order wrapped in velvet threat. The air around Jeane seemed to pulse with her power, the atmosphere growing thick and charged. Even Silra at the corridor edge tensed slightly, her hand drifting toward one of the hidden.". The command hung there, vibrating with dark intent.