Round 220 Transcript

The building shudders violently, concrete dust raining from the ceiling. A support beam groans ominously and cracks visibly along its length. The air between them begins to thicken with unseen force, pressing against Halie's barrier like a physical weight.

I stare at Jeane in disbelief, my heart pounding. "Jeane, stop this right now! You're putting us all at risk!"

I turn to Silra, anger flashing in my eyes. "And you, I trusted you to fix this! Instead, you're just making it worse!"

But deep down, I know we're out of options. The building is collapsing around us, and Jeane's transformation is becoming more and more real with each passing second. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "We need to work together on this. Halie, can you keep the barrier up for just a little longer? Silra, what do we need to do to stabilize the structure?"

My mind races as I try to think of a solution. The building's demands are clear - it needs sexual energy to maintain its integrity. But how far are we willing to go to save ourselves?

Jeane's wings quiver with barely contained need as she glares at Silra. "Your engineering won't save us from this," she snarls, voice dripping venom. "The building demands what it demands—and I am not about to let you walk out of here while everyone else suffers because your ego can't handle a little structural compromise." Her eyes flash red for a fraction too long before returning to human blue. "Stay where you are, and maybe we all live through this without permanent damage."

Her hand shoots out faster than her words—supernatural strength pulling Silra back into the room by her collar despite the distance between them. The force of it drags furniture across the floor. Jeane's not asking permission anymore.