Round 143 Transcript

I approach Silra where she works by the window, trying to keep my voice steady despite the building's insistent thrumming. "We trust your technical skill, but we're running out of time and this pressure is... intense." I glance toward Jeane, her eyes still flickering with that unnatural crimson glow. "What if she's right? What if there are quicker ways to satisfy the building?" The question feels wrong even as it leaves my mouth, but I'm genuinely concerned for our safety—and Silra's sanity under this psychic assault.