Round 151 Transcript

I stride over to where Silra is working, my body tense with anxiety but determined. "Silra, I trust your skills, but we're running out of time. What's your plan for reinforcing those plates?"

My eyes dart towards Jeane, still standing guard by the door, her posture rigid and her eyes glowing an unnatural red. "And how can we be sure that whatever you build will hold up to... pressure from other sources?"

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The building's demands are getting harder to ignore, and the tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife.

"I know we need to work together on this, but I can't shake the feeling that something else is at play here. Something beyond just structural integrity."

I run a hand through my hair, frustration evident in every line of my body. "So what's our next move? Because right now, I feel like we're trying to hold back a flood with a leaky bucket."