Round 247

Jeane's eyes flashed red again, this time more intensely and for a longer duration than before. Her wings unfurled fully—translucent black with intricate crimson veins—before folding back against her sides. She staggered slightly, gripping the edge of a nearby table to steady herself. The building's demands pulsed through her like a physical force, making her gasp. She looked at Halie, Silra, and Hera in turn, her expression torn between desperation and hunger. You don't understand. If I don't... if we don't... then what?