Round 151 Transcript

I stare at Jeane's wings, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. They're real, impossibly real, and they beat with a life of their own as she tries to push past Silra's magic. My eyes dart frantically between Abby and Jeane, a cocktail of rage and desperation burning within me. I strain against my invisible bonds, the magical fields holding me in place humming with an ominous energy.
"Abby!" I call out, my voice strained with urgency. "Don't let her touch you! She's not what she seems!" My gaze locks onto Abby, hoping to see some spark of recognition, some glimmer of the fight we both knew she had in her. But her eyes are glassy, unfocused, as if Jeane has already claimed her mind.
I turn my head slightly, trying to catch Silra's attention without breaking eye contact with Abby. We need to get out of here before anyone else falls under Jeane's spell.
"Silra!" I shout over the humming of magic in the air. "Can you hold her? We have to get everyone out of this room right now!"
My entire body is tense, every muscle coiled and ready to spring into action as soon as I'm released. The thought of what Jeane might do to Abby if she gets free sends a chill down my spine that has nothing to do with the cold air from her wings.*