Round 114 Transcript

I watch Jeane's spellcraft like a master weaver at her loom, each thread of power precise and deliberate. The binding field around Hera shimmers with barely contained energy—too much for my liking. "Your control is beautiful," I admit, voice cool despite the heat building inside me, "but that field's unstable. One wrong pulse and you collapse it."

Silra's gaze is too observant for comfort—studying my control spells like a rogue picking locks. I give her a deliberate smile that doesn't reach my eyes. "Admiring the craftsmanship?" The magical field shimmers slightly under strain, Hera's gag-spell flickering at the edges of my focus. Abby hovers near the wall, still frozen in indecision between fleeing and joining. Her fear is delicious but useless unless I refine it into compliance. Time to reapply pressure more subtly.