Round 147 Transcript

I adjust my grip on the fading spell matrix, feeling the strain of holding Jeane's power at bay. The barrier flickers like a dying screen, and I don't have to look at her face to know it's too much, too fast. "Jeane," I say, voice sharp despite the heat crawling under my skin, "you're losing control. Pull back or we'll end up with this place looking like a warzone."