Round 112

The room's atmosphere had shifted, becoming charged with an energy that prickled Abby's skin. She watched Jeane maintain her complex magical field over Hera, the display of power both terrifying and strangely compelling. The woman's effortless control over such potent energies sent a shiver down Abby's spine, even as something primal within her responded to the raw power on display.

Jeane turned her gaze towards Abby then, a predatory smile curving her lips. The civilian felt a chill run down her spine, her instincts screaming at her to flee. But her feet remained rooted to the spot as Jeane took a slow step closer, closing the distance between them with deliberate precision. Panic flared in Abby's chest—this was exactly what Silra had warned her about.

She matched Jeane's advance with a retreat of her own, her body responding before conscious thought could intervene. The sorceress's eyes locked onto hers, and Abby felt like prey caught in a predator's sights. Her heart hammered against her ribs, terror and something else—something hotter and more dangerous—fighting for dominance within her.

Help me, she mouthed silently, her wide brown eyes pleading with Silra to intervene before it was too late. Before the monster could ensnare another victim in its web of seduction and power.