Round 154 Transcript

I watch in horror as Jeane's form shifts, her skin rippling with an oily sheen before sprouting two massive, leathery wings from her back. The transformation is so swift and absolute that my mind struggles to process what I'm seeing. This is no longer the beautiful woman I've been admiring all night; this is something else entirely, something terrifyingly inhuman.
My heart hammers against my ribs as I take a step back, then another, my gaze fixed on those impossible wings that span nearly the entire width of the room. They beat once, twice, creating a gust of wind that ruffles the silk sheets on the bed and sends a chill straight down my spine. This can't be real. It has to be some kind of trick, some kind of illusion.
But as Hera screams and Jeane's head snaps toward her, I see the raw hunger in the demon's eyes, the predatory gleam that was never there before. It chills me to my core. This isn't a game anymore; this is a nightmare come to life.
The other women in the room begin to stir, their faces twisting into expressions of horror and confusion as they too witness Jeane's transformation. I can see Hera struggling against some unseen force, her arms pinned to her sides, her mouth opening and closing in silent screams. My stomach clenches with fear for her.
I have to do something. I have to help them escape before this thing gets its claws into us all. I look around the room frantically, my eyes landing on Silra who is standing near the door, her hands moving in intricate patterns as she chants under her breath. Relief washes over me; at least one of us seems to be doing something useful.