Round 155

Silra maintained the barrier between Hera and Jeane while watching for magical instability. The field flickered under strain as Jeane's demonic form stabilized—wings unfurling with terrifying grace. "Explain what happened while maintaining that field," Silra demanded, voice cool despite her growing concern.

Jeane laughed, the sound rich and resonant enough to make Abby flinch despite her downward gaze. "My activities?" she mocked, glancing down at her own straining shirt with a smirk that said she knew exactly what was happening. To Abby, she extended one clawed hand in an almost gentle gesture, though it remained distinctly demonic. Sweetheart...