Round 118 Transcript

I watch Jeane's spellwork fraying at the edges while she flirts across the barrier. The power pulses are off rhythm—she’s overextended trying to show off for Abby. Hera’s staring daggers through her bonds, desperate for an opening. I circle the edge of the binding field, looking for structural flaws. The magic holding this together is as thin as paper. One wrong move and we're all in pieces. I meet Jeane's eye contact with a raised eyebrow. "Your control looks impressive from here," I say, dry as dust. "But how long before your concentration slips? That barrier’s held together by willpower and ego right now."