Round 156

Silra maintains her position at the corridor edge, teal eyes fixed on the volatile magical situation unfolding in the main room. She calculates the strain on Jeane's spells with practiced precision, fingers twitching slightly as she mentally maps the energy flows. "Jeane," she says, voice carefully neutral despite the obvious concern etched into her features. "Talk to me. What exactly did you do to Hera? And why is Abby looking like a frightened rabbit?"

She takes a careful step forward, boots silent on the plush carpeting, gaze flicking between the bound demoness struggling in invisible bonds and the crouching sorceress maintaining those bonds. Her hands hover near her belt, ready to draw components or cast emergency spells if the containment field fails. "Because if this is some kind of power trip gone wrong, I need to know now before things get messier than they already are."