Round 172 Transcript

I watch Jeane approach Silra with growing unease. Her predatory intent is clear, her magical energy pulsing like a visible threat. I step between them, my hand firm on Jeane's arm. "Stop," I say, my voice quiet but unyielding. "You're not yourself right now. Let me handle this."

I turn to Silra, keeping my tone calm and authoritative. "Silra, focus on the repairs. We don't have time for distractions."