Round 27

The sybian groaned ominously beneath Jeane’s weight, its flimsy frame straining visibly as bolts creaked in protest. She knew better than to trust this rickety contraption with more than one person’s weight—especially not with someone as... substantial as Hera. "This thing won't hold more than one," she said firmly, looking up at Silra who was crouched nearby, examining the stressed wood. "If we're serious about this, we need a better solution than jury-rigging this death trap." The temperature in the room seemed to be climbing again, and Jeane could feel the faint electromagnetic field building around the sybian—a clear sign that the building’s demands were escalating once more. Abby watched the proceedings with growing anxiety, her wide brown eyes fixed on Jeane as she struggled with the malfunctioning machine. The succubus's frustrated expression spoke volumes about their predicament—this crucial component of their plan was already proving inadequate.

When Silra offered to reinfo...