Round 100

Jeane's wings fluttered, maintaining the electric barrier that pinned Hera effortlessly against the wall. Her eyes remained fixed on Abby, who stood frozen mid-room. "Did I stutter?" Her voice dropped an octave, vibrating with barely-contained power.

Silra shifted uncomfortably, caught between her Rogue instincts to investigate the tunnels and the obvious danger of disobeying a direct order from someone clearly not human. The air crackled with magical energy, and Abby felt her feet move forward...