Round 66

Halie moved closer to Silra, positioning herself between the elven rogue and Jeane’s escalating impatience. Her blue-grey eyes met the succubus’s crimson gaze with steady conviction, voice firm but free from anger. “Silra’s mind is our best tool here,” she said clearly, addressing both the impatient demon and the rest of the group gathered in the rumbling penthouse suite. “We need precision, not panic.” The building’s low growl vibrated through the floor again, a constant reminder of the deadline they faced. Halie turned slightly, focusing on Silra hunched over her blueprints. “Talk to me about what you’re seeing,” she encouraged softly. “Maybe together we can find an angle Jeane hasn’t considered.” Her small silver cross necklace caught the light as she moved, a quiet symbol of her faith and determination to find a solution that didn’t involve Silra’s potential exploitation.